Trafalgar Law x Reader Regret

III

The black haired surgeon went back home after a stress-filled day at work, thoughts swirling in his mind like a tornado. Streetlamps were lit, walkers-by passing him left and right. Even after the unexpected meeting with his ex a few months ago, Law still couldn't think of anything else. Somewhere in his chest, his heart was hurting more than before, his mind was at another place, another time. The secret touches, the sweet whispers in his ear to encourage him after he felt like failing, the warmth from your hugs after a tiring day, the tears rolling over your cheeks silently, the forlorn look from your eyes as he said he would leave you for choosing another position at work... Selfish. All he had been was selfish towards you and only now did he fully realise that fact, did he fully acknowledge that part. His shoulders were heavy, getting even heavier the more thoughts he spend on you and your son, his son.

The keys hit the hole multiple times before his frustration took over and almost threw away the keys towards the streets. With one last harsh movement, did the key enter the lock, unlocking the door for the surgeon to enter. The lights were off, something not so surprising anymore after all. It has been happening more times than he could count lately. Not even bothering to call out, Law stripped his feet from his shoes and walked forward through the house, the lights still turned off as he ventured ahead. The door to his bedroom was closed, while it was always on a crack before. A silent sigh escaped his lips as he pushed the door open, his girlfriend sleeping peacefully on the left side of the bed and the soft glow of the moon shining through a crack in the curtains. His nose picked up a scent he was slowly getting familiar with, another scent accompanying the woman lying in his bed. Happy that he'd already eaten before getting back home, Law felt his stomach churn and a burden heavying his chest.

The breathing of the female next to him would soothe his mind before, now it was only frustrating him. He didn't turn to her, pushing her away instead every time she'd try to get closer, reeking of that smell. That night, it would take him a lot longer to fall asleep. His mind kept wandering, reminding himself of what he had before, yet tossed away from his grasp. The warmth from the one next to him felt different, strange, foreign. It wasn't as he was used to, no matter whether he was thinking of her next to Law or you. This just wasn't it. Sighing heavily, his eyes trailed over to the sheets over to his side, the lump where Victoria laid to sleep. Turning quickly, Law's eyes fell on the far wall of the room with a frown. Maybe he should stop deluding himself after all. It's not healthy.

A few days after his realisation of what he should do, but has yet to set into progress, he met you on the streets. It was his day off, planning to simply ease and empty his mind with a dull walk, as his grey eyes found your form walking towards him, shopping bags filled with groceries caught between your fingers. Your (e/c) eyes were lowered, your lips slightly parted as they formed silent words, a tick Law had always found amusing when you were retracing a conversation to come up with different outcomes. It was necessary in your line of work to speak clearly and think about other aspects as well. When he was close, Law called out to you, watching you carefully as your head whipped up in curiosity, never hate or malice. "Yes?" You inquired quietly, your voice stopping Law from speaking for a moment.

Without any words spoken, Law took at least half of the bags dangling from your grasp, your fingers happy for the release of the weight. A quiet 'thank you' left your lips, making Law wonder why you still had to make proper eye-contact with him after the brief exchange before. "Would you like me to walk with you?" As you didn't react at first, Law echoed his question, adding your name afterwards. Blinking your eyes quickly, you finally looked up, locking Law into place with the sullen look in them, before you sucked your lower lip between your teeth and nodded. On the way towards your home, Law was the one to try and try again to start a conversation, you simply nodded or shook your head to answer some of his questions. No long answers, but simple enough for the time being. The change in demeanour made Law wreck his brains of what could've possibly happened for you to change drastically ever since he had seen you with his child. Silently, he bumped into your shoulder, trying to get a reaction out of you. As you bumped into him back, he smiled a bit, smiling a bit wider as he heard a soft chuckle leaving your lips. "How's Shiro doing?" Your footsteps halted and Law turned around slightly, waiting for you to continue on your way to your home. Your lips parted in a shocked manner, eyes almost too wide for comfort and the bags were threatening to slip from your fingers grasp.