Hello friends! So chapter 13 is being a pain in the ass and I've had to rewrite it 4 times and I'm still not happy with it! So here's a little snippet I cut for you!
Set List:
I Hope You're Alright, Catie Turner
New World, Red Force
"Alright, what's wrong." Gunther said as he eased himself down onto the deck next to me.
I looked at him and said, "What do you mean? I'm fine."
"Don't insult me Addie. The other boys are having a very intense table tennis tournament and instead of watching that, you're sitting out here. Alone. By yourself. Not making fun of how terrible Guy is at table tennis. Or how he still can't beat Shanks even though he uses two paddles. Or trying to-"
"Ok I get it." I interrupted him with an eye roll. "I'm sulking. But there's nothing you can do about it so you can go watch if you want."
"See, I would. But I know you're just going to sit up here and pout until you get whatever it is off your chest so I might as well just force it out of you now so we can move on."
"But why does there even have to be 'something on my chest'? Why can't I just have a good sulk for the hell of it."
He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
"I seriously need you bastards to stop reading my mind."
Gunther laughed and said, "Sorry but I don't think that's going to happen anytime soon kiddo. You'd be damn hard pressed to find a face more expressive than yours."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." I said with a laugh that died quickly. Then I looked out over the sea and said, "Did you see the newspaper this morning?"
"Oh."
"Yeah. I mean I'm happy for him. Or I want to be happy for him but, I don't know…"
"Do you actually want to be happy for him being made one of Whitebeard's commanders or do you just feel like you should be happy?"
I groaned and buried my face in my knees. "Stopping digging through my subconscious!"
He laughed and rubbed my back for a bit while saying, "You're just more of an open book than you think you are Ads."
"Yeah ,yeah I know."
"But how are you doing? Really."
I sighed before saying, "I wrote a song."
He chuckled and said, "Of course you did. But I'll listen if you want to share it."
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I miss you, it's true there's no point of having to lie
Writing this song just breaks my heart as my brain tells me cry
The sun a little dimmer without you in my life
My feelings can't hide, I'm sad all the time
I hope you're alright
And I know you don't lose sleep thinking about me
I wish I could relate, but I have dark circles under my eyes
I want to forget about you, but you're part of my favourite stories
I wanna forget about you like you forgot about me
I hope you're alright
.
My voice broke off with a sniffle as tears started to fall down my cheeks.
He put his arm around my shoulders and hugged me. "Shh, you're ok Ads. Just let it out."
"Fuck! Why do I still feel like this! It's been years!" I shouted as I roughly tried to dry my face.
"You can't control how you handle grief, Addie."
"He isn't dead. He's just…"
"The Ace you knew and loved is dead. I'm not saying that he forgot about you, but he's moved on with his life. Just like you have."
"I know that! And I'm not sad all the damn time! I'm happier than I've ever been and I don't want Ace back. But I just- I don't know. I saw that article about him and I just... wanted to cry."
"We all have days that are harder than others Ads."
"I know." I said softly.
He patted me on the back again before saying, "Come on, let's go see if watching Shanks destroy the rest of the crew in table tennis doesn't cheer you up."
I laughed wetly and said, "I'd like that."