Chapter Three – A Broken Promise
"Don't you know how easily you could break my heart?" Sanji asked to no one as he sits in his room, hand on his heart and confused. "Shit. Why are you doing this to me?" He lit up a cigarette, hoping that would calm his nerves. No such luck. The words still swirled around his room. All those words that was better left unsaid. Suffocating him, causing him to go breathless.
He's in my house, Sanji thinks. The stupid bastard is in my house… And I think I like it. Instantly, Sanji shakes the idea out of his head, rejecting any feelings that may occur. He hates feeling this way. It just doesn't work. It doesn't seem right.
With that in mind, he slaps himself in the head for letting the marimo stay the night. Honestly, what was he thinking?
Actually, another question pops up into Sanji's mind. How on earth did Zoro – the literal king of getting lost – find the blonde's house? It isn't like there is a massive sign outside, with flashing neon lights screaming "SANJI'S HOUSE", is there? For extra safety, Sanji pokes his head out to check. Nope, no neon signs. So how on earth…?
When they lived together, Zoro would always call Sanji to come and pick him up. A tireless task that Sanji never seemed to mind doing. Of course they bickered about it and Sanji did suggest installing a GPS chip into Zoro's shoulder so he wouldn't have to deal with the vague descriptions the moss-head would often give the chef. It drove him insane, trying to navigate the tightly packed city looking for just one person.
As night falls and the time effortlessly ticks away, he can't help but wonder where Zoro has been all these years. Three years is a long to disappear. Three years in general is just a long time.
They say time can heal all wounds – Sanji doesn't believe it. Sure, time does cause the pain to fade and over time it does get easier. But heal the wounds? Impossible. The scar is still there, the emotions are still there, the memories are still there. They were just buried and slowly forgotten about.
That is till someone comes along and brings them back up to the surface in full force.
Heart breaking again, Sanji rolls over in his bed. His chest feels heavy as if someone just dropped a weight on it. Choking him. All he could think about in that moment is: Bastard, why are you doing this to me? Again?
A/N: Hello everyone! Yes, I am still alive, it's a thing. Anyways, this chapter is a lot shorter than all the other ones, and I think I like it this long. Don't kill me!
Now in response to everyone who commented.
To tsubakiyuzuki - Here it is! It isn't as soon as I'd like it to be, but oh well. Yay for new chapters!
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