A.N. Well this chapter is going to be the death to me… Why? When you'll finish reading it I'll specific why… For now, thank you for your reviews and for those who pressed the follow/favorite button.
Ace's POV
I felt sun shine on my face and tried to put my hand on my face to hide from it, but felt sharp pain go through it; why are the curtains open? I never leave 'em open, did Smoker open them up? Why my hand is in so much pain? I stretched my hand to my left side – where Smoker always slept and touched only cold sheets; did he already woke up and started making breakfast? I opened my heavy eyelids and looked around the room that was bathing in sunlight, my room didn't saw it for quite some time… I sat up and immense pain shoot through my body; what the fuck? I looked through my arms and saw multiple wounds on them, I kicked the sheets off my legs and flinched in pain. My left leg had stiches on it and then I remembered Blackbeard.
I hope that fucker is dead… I took a deep breath and smell of smoke filled my nostrils, the smoke that only one specific officer carries with him; he was here not too long ago. I focused on hearing and tried to hear a shower running or breakfast being cook. But I heard nothing, my ears didn't pick up any noise, I quickly stood up and pain ran through my body, I collapsed on the floor and looked at my left leg; I will stand up. I grasped the edge of my bed and somehow stood up, I stood for several seconds adjusting to the pain and checking if my leg will really be alright. When I didn't collapse I slowly walked out of the bedroom into my living room – it was empty, then I turned to the kitchen – also empty, I checked the bathroom – empty.
I went to the corridor and saw a key lying on the door mat, the key I gave to Smoker after our shopping for clothes. Clothes! As quickly as possible with my injured foot, I stumbled back to the bedroom and opened wardrobe wide open. Empty. The space that had Smoker's clothes in it was empty, only one piece of clothing was lying there. I picked it up and saw the leather pants I persuaded Smoker to buy; I never made him wear them… I looked around my bedroom and saw a sheet of paper on the catchall near my bed, I didn't saw it when I woke up. I took a deep breath and picked the note up; everything is okay, it will probably be an explanation that he had to move out for us not to rise any suspicion.
I opened the folded paper and the breath in my chest stopped. It said:
'Dear brat,
Blackbeard is dead, those three crew members we saw are dead, he killed them when he wrapped all building in that black matter of his, the location of others are unknown, but we will work hard to catch them…
I think you understand what it means, right? Our relationship, it can't continue anymore. Let's face the truth – you're a pirate, you will always be and will stay as one. While I'm a marine – I always was one and I will always stay one.
I think you already noticed, but I'm gonne, for good, I won't come back and I won't look for you. You will do the same, our relationship was fake and the mission is complete. We have nothing to do with each other anymore. I suggest you to forget everything. Go back to your 'family' and try not to brake too many laws, you should be grateful I didn't confiscate your bike, you can't have driver's license with that narcolepsy of yours.
So good bye, you'll never see me again,
Smoker.'
I felt fire in me burn hard, harder than ever before. How could he? Why did he throw away everything? I felt hot tear roll down my cheek, but didn't bother to wipe it off, it doesn't matter now, nothing really does, there's a big hole where my heart used to be. I wanted to scream, I wanted to burn everything away, all the sweet memories we had created, all places we visited together, but I didn't scream, didn't burn anything. Why? 'Cause I was there with him, no matter how I don't want to remember even if those places didn't exist I would still remember, but that was just a cover, in truth I want those place to exist, to remind me that I didn't dream it, that it was real, that real happiness exists.
So I simply got in my bed, not caring 'bout the sunshine anymore, I wrapped my hands around my knees and rolled up into a ball. A ball made of pain, regrets, longing, misery and some stupid emotion that I couldn't help, but cherish – love. Even though he ended our relationship in one of the most sissy ways he could, I could understand him and even though I understood him, I selfishly wanted him back. I understand why he did that, his sense of justices is too big to be together and I love him that way, it's a miracle he even agreed on starting it… He probably regrets it now…
I closed my eyes and calmed my breathing; when will I be able to remember everything and just smile 'cause it was fun? Will I ever be able to? I felt lump in my throat and tears threatened to roll; shirt I'm not going to, I'm not gonna spill a single tear for him, I'm gonna stand up and report everything to Marco, maybe even visit old man and tell him everything directly… A small sob escaped my lips and I felt tears start to roll down my cheeks, I let them be, I don't care anymore, after all there is a big hole in my chest where my heart is supposed to be…
A.N. Hmm, this chapter is undone, I planned on writing more here… I will write it in next chapter, but it will probably won't even be thousand words… Want to know why this was supposed to be the death to me? I hate misery, I hate making people go through misery, it doesn't matter if they're real or not, I hate it, but for some reason it wasn't really that hard, I even enjoyed writing this… When did I become so evil! Maybe it was easy 'cause I know the end of this? *wink* *wink* Bye! L[h.h]
