314 words
Rated T
You're not even worth holding a conversation with.
Sanji shook his head, trying to rid his mind of the nasty voice that had been trying all day to corrupt his mind. Ever since Zoro had walked out the door that morning, Sanji hadn't moved from the couch. He sat staring at the TV. He wasn't even sure what program was playing, but the distraction had been enough to keep those evil thoughts at bay.
You're disgusting. Can you even blame him for getting sick of you?
No, Sanji didn't blame Zoro. Their relationship had been rocky to start with. Zoro leaving had only been a matter of time, and honestly Sanji had been surprised it had lasted as long as it did.
No one wants to put up with you. You'll be this way forever. Ruining people's lives, disturbing their peaceful existences. Right up until you die, you'll be nothing more than a black speck in the lives of everyone who's ever had to deal with you.
Sanji was sure he wouldn't see Zoro again. No one ever came back after leaving that way. Luffy would probably be by in a couple of days for Zoro's things. Then he'd be gone.
No one wants you around.
Sanji glanced up at the sword rack above their mantel…his mantel. Zoro's swords, his most prized possessions, sat proudly on display. Zoro had to have been really desperate to leave to have left them behind.
You deserve to die alone.
Sanji stood, scooping up the remote to turn off the TV. He spent one moment taking in the disturbing silence of his apartment. It was so much more quiet than he was used to…but that was probably the way it would be from now on.
You should die alone.
Sanji turned from the living room, making for his bedroom. He curled into his large bed, alone, and slept.