Painting
Usopp sighed as the girl appeared again. Thin with pale hair and skin, she was a constant visitor in his paintings. No matter what he did she appeared, if he painted a lake her reflection appeared in the silvery water, her face showed up in the clouds.
Soon a man in a white coat appeared his voice was cold and uncaring
"Same dream girl?"
"Yep" Usopp voice showed his desperateness for a memory or a hint about her or his past life.
The poor teen had amnesia, not a clue about his past life. The boy frequently made lies trying to believe in something or anything, his past life was so bleak he made stories, when reality is to horrible warm and kind fantasy was there where nothing bad could happen.
"Continue painting" the man in the white coat
Colors mixed on his palate, red hues next to golden oranges with puffy purple clouds created a sunset, with pale green grass bending in the wind. Her face was fresh as she looked on at the sunset. He crumpled it up knowing she was a figment of his imagination, like Sogeking. He started again soft white snow falling from the clouds. But soon she appeared again snow falling on her head like a crown. It was discouraging so he ripped it up and sat down of his lumpy bed.
Days passed and it was the same doctors, same feeling of emptiness not knowing who he was.
It was a Sunday when it happened, he got a visitor. The sliding doors opened and he saw her. Memories came flooding back, her laugh, and the way voice sounded, how she sat and listened to his stories.
Soon her arms entwined with his, her voice almost crying with relief
"Usopp! I was so sure you forgot me!'
He smiled seeing her eyes shined with happiness
" I could never forget you, Kaya."