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I don't own One piece.

Characters might be a little OOC but I tried my best

so chapter two, For my love:

Ace stared at the ashes, the only thing the fire had left behind. The fire, it had taken over two hundred lives away and one of them had belonged to the person he loved more than anything else.

When Ace opened his eyes he found himself staring at the roof of his apartment. He felt himself tired even if he had just woke up. His memories seemed somehow foggy and he had headache. Great, I drank last night and fall asleep on the couch. Ace looked at the roof until he could see clearly again. Did Zoro drank too? Ace asked himself before he rose up slowly and walked into the kitchen. Ace took glass in the cabinet as he looked at doorway into the Vestibule and saw only his shoes. He scratched his hairs. Had he forgot to pick Zoro in the airport yesterday? No, that wasn't possible, he had started to count the days a month before when greenette came in the Spain. He tried to deal with the headache and still remember what happened yesterday as he filled the glass with water. Luffy came, he knew he was going to propose Zoro, they had talked... Then.. He took the car Shanks had borrowed to him and drive to the airport.

Suddenly it hit him so hard his knees bent. The glass dropped to the ground and broke into tiny sharp pieces. The fire! The plane had landed and suddenly without warning burned! The news paper said the fire started of cigarette in the trash. Ace stared in front of him blankly. He didn't see anything anymore. He didn't hear anything anymore. And he didn't care anymore. Zoro was dead. The person he loved had died! Ace felt how his hands were shaking, he tried to stop it and when he didn't managed to do that he felt anger. Why? Why? Ace questioned himself on his mind. "WHY?!" the last question was more like roar. The anger just grew inside of him. Everything felt annoying and made him more angry. The feeling was new to him and that made him frustrated. He rose up quickly and firsts he threw the chair into the wall. It crashed and left a mark to the white, which had actually worn to slight grey, wallpaper. The next thing he did was punch send to a wall.

"I'm an idiot..." he murmured. There was no reason to him to brutalize his own apartment. But somehow part of him didn't care even one bit and the other part asked at him, what would Zoro say if he saw him now? Honestly, he didn't know. Ace stepped away from the wall and looked at it couple minutes before turning his back to it and getting some booze. Ace told himself it probably wasn't good idea to drink so early in the morning but he wanted something else to think. And drinking gave it.

...

One second is minute, minute is hour, hour is day. Or so I think. I don't know anything about the time anymore.

I have realized how much I love sleeping. And how much I hate waking up.

When I'm asleep,

I can hear it, your breath, it calms me down a bit.

I can feel it, your body heat next to me. It's so warm in otherwise so cold night.

I can hear your voice, your laugh

I can see your smile on your face

I can be like before, with you. I can be happy.

When I'm awake,

I can no longer tell is it night or day, it all seems same

The world is foggy and painful

I feel miserable, angry, sad, hurt, there isn't enough words to tell how I feel.

How much I miss you. How much it hurts.

So, what about now?

That is what I keep asking myself.

Honestly, I don't know.

I just want to see you, so badly.

So I wait I fall asleep.

...

The phone rang. Again. Ace shut it. He didn't feel like talking to anybody. He didn't know how long it had been when he last time talked with someone, but that wasn't important anyway. Anything wasn't anymore. Sometimes he heard knocking, but it was the same as ringing, just annoying, and he always waited untill it stopped. He was tired of this and still he didn't struggle. Just breath in and out. That was what he told himself, over and over again. The pain will fade away. But it never did. Just another breath and another wave of pain.

...

Today is more dark than ever before.

I have lost the dreams, the last memories of you.

And I can feel nothing anymore.

But the pain.

That is all I feel.

The world isn't foggy anymore, it is dark. I can't see anything.

Have I gone blind?

That is possible. I don't know. Probably yes.

And the ringing has stopped.

It just.. I don't know is it good thing anymore.

because now I can't hear anything.

...

Ace was on balcony and looked in front of him without seeing a thing. First it has been horrible not to see, but somehow he was okay it now. He felt so empty, like he had died. Suddenly he saw something in front of him. It was little light, but it was so far away. First he didn't care, but when he saw more lights he started to look at them more carefully.

Stars. He realized. They kept appearing. Some of them were smaller than other and some had weaker light. But still he could see so many of them.

Maybe.. Maybe when people dies they become stars in the sky. He liked that thought and found it somehow comforting. If that was true then at least Zoro wasn't alone.

...

I have started to see a lot of red nowadays.

I don't know how it became like this.

But my pain facilities a little always when I see that colour.

The red lines look at me, I don't know is it accident but they make patterns that are shaped in the same way. As stars.

It actually helps me.

Or that is what I keep telling myself.

...

Ace looked at his palms. Marco was right, he couldn't keep living like this forever. He remembered their earlier conversation on that day. How Marco had just appeared on his apartment and said he wanted to talk with him. Well the conversation has been pretty one-sided, but even if he hadn't talked a lot, he had listened.

"Ace... I know this is hard to you, but you can't lock yourself into this apartment for the rest of your life."

"..."

"You have family and your friends. We are worried about you. Do you know how many times Shanks has tried to call you? Or Luffy? I have knocked the door many times too."

"..."

"I know this is hard, but you don't have to take it alone. We will help you if you let us."

"..."

"Think about Zoro. What he would say? Would he like to see his love like this?"

Ace winced. But he looked still the ground. Blondes' words were like knife hit trough his heart. "I... I just don't know what to do... I miss him so much. And I don't know is there anything anymore. I can't tell what time is it, or what day. I can't even remember the year... And it is always dark. I don't know what to do.."

"Let us help. You aren't alone..." Ace stayed quiet and looked at his hands. Suddenly Marco crapped his other arm. First Ace was surprised, but then he remembered the red stars. "Ace... Can I see your other arm?" he asked and Ace let him. There was no reason to Ace to hide it. Blonde man stared at his arms. They were full of cuts that made stars. He was thankful that they weren't deep, but his arms were full of them. Why stars? Marco asked on his mind. "Ace how long has this been going on?"

"Honestly? I don't know."

"You have to stop this!" usually so cool-headed male started to lose his nerves, he was angry to other "How can you do this? How can you do this to Zoro, to your dad, your brother or to your friends? Ace you have to wake up! I know Zoro's death isn't easy thing to live with, but you have to do something!"

Ace knew Marco was right. But he made it sound so easy... But still he couldn't stop thinking If Zoro saw him.. He would probably die in shame. He had to take control of it, for Zoro. For his love at him.

The next day Ace rose up early first time in after the accident. He had decided try to live as normally as he could. Do the things he eould ususally do, but which he had ignored so long time. He took shower too. After dressing up, he dragged the broken chair, vase and painting to the trash. He picked up the empty bottles and went to buy some food and returned the bottles. He cpeaned his apartment. He did the laundry and took the mails. Ace came back into the kitchen with the mails and started to make coffee, but noticed there wasn't any package of coffee left. And he hadn't bought more.

"It can't be.." he murmured under his breath and reached his hand to the back of the rack and found one package of coffee. He just put the corks to the coffee machine and after that some water. And pressed 'on' button. Soon he sat down with the cup of coffee. Just then he noticed the smell. It was slight vanilla. He realized the package he had found was the coffee Zoro used to drink. With shaking hands he drank a little of it. It tasted same as back then.

It was white Kitchen with big windows and dark table and chairs. Zoro was sitting next to window and staring outside, I was looking at him. How the rising sun's rays played on his hairs and on his skin. Suddenly he looked at me. We stared at each others until Zoro broke the silence.

"Hey Ace... Do you love me?"

"Yes, I love you.. I love you now and forever." Ace said to the walls and to his memories. His whole body started to shake. It hurts, hurts so much without you. He felt something wet on his cheek. "I can't live without you..." he whispered. "Nor I want to do anything you would hate me for.. It just.. Is there something anymore? Because without you it feels like I'm all alone..."

...

Ace woke up his head resting on the kitchen table. He had awful headache and once again rising up seemed impossible mission. "Is there anything that is worth of living?" he asked himself, his voice sounded unfamiliar even for himself. He didn't know how, but it was like he had fallen even deeper into the dark. And he didn't see way out.

"Ace! I know you are there so come open the door! NOW!" Sudden shout and knocking made Ace wince, but he recognised the voice.

"I WILL BREAK THE DOOR IF YOU DON'T COME TO OPEN IT!"

Ace didn't move, No he won't. Shanks wouldn't do that. How wrong he was. The next thing Ace heard and it got him jump up, was loud crash when the door was kicked in.

"Ace!" Shanks looked mad when he dashed into the kitchen, crapped on Ace's necklace and pulled him closer what made their foreheads crash together. Shanks let go and both of them held their foreheads.

"Why are you here?" Ace finally asked.

"I saw Marco in this morning. He told me you have been here all the time." Shanks looked at Ace before he continued. "You know how worried I have been with Luffy? What is going on? Why you don't answer the phone? you don't talk to people anymore! What happened to you?!"

Ace stared at the ground and stayed quiet.

"What is so bad in your life that you came into THIS?" Shanks asked and crapped Ace's arm and looking at the cuts.

That was when Ace started to shake. WHAT is so bad!? "What is so bad you ask?! ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ASKING THAT! ZORO DIED! THAT IS WHAT HAPPENED! I CAN'T EVER AGAIN SEE HIM, HEAR HIS VOICE NOR HOLD HIM! HE IS GONE! FOREVER!" Ace didn't even notice how much his voice rose, but when he said those things, he realized it. It was all gone. That made his voice broke. "It's over.. I can't laugh with him, I can't watch him sleeping, stroke his hairs, kiss him, I can't watch him when he is training, I can't make him smile nor blush. He won't ever again come to sleep on my lap, he isn't trying to cook anything anymore, he isn't going to hold my hand nor smile to me. He won't ever again get lost and call me to help him. I have lost him..."

Shanks looked at his son. "Ace..." He tried to put his hand on his shoulder, but Ace pushed it away. "I think you should sit, calm down and listen."

But Ace didn't he just stood here as the tears fell down on his cheeks. He tried to stop them, but didn't manage. Shanks helped him to sit down then he looked straight into his eyes.

"Zoro is alive."

The end of chapter 2, for my love.

I have to say, this was a hard chapter, I was almost about to give up and forget the idea, when I got my courage back. It was difficult to write this, find the right words that would seriously tell even a little how much it hurts to lose somebody important and make it sound good, when it feels so afwul. I don't know how did I managed, but hopefully it isn't all horrible.