"If I die, so be it."
∆ Disclamers ∆
- SPOILERS
- GORE (Minors out of here)
- FAULTS (I'm rewriting all chapters)
I don't own One Piece's characteres but I own all of your earthien friends along with Panom, Godji, Kanda and Benkei : the rights are m...
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XXXX September 29th
A bell rang through the school, marking the end of the day's lessons. Teenagers and parents gathered in front of the building, laughing and cheering about the "wonderful day" their children had supposedly had. Yet some remained in the shadows, hidden in the shade of that happiness.
Some felt pity for them, others sympathy, while all they truly wanted was to be left alone.
Why would they long for things they had never had? Not even a taste of them. A family? Happiness?
If life had a meaning, then they did not understand theirs.
I sighed. Every time I looked at them, I saw the same expression, the same emptiness. Neither sadness nor a desire to disappear.
Just nothing.
They lived with what they had, finding without searching, choosing the simplest life possible.
But lately, things had begun to change.
One day, a girl appeared and stopped right in front of them.
"Why are you alone? Come with me! I heard you're a manga fan too!"
She grabbed their arm and dragged them into an office. Three people were already there. The girl marched in confidently and sat down, clearly proud of herself.
"Welcome to our manga club!" she announced with a grin, her bright smile lighting up her face. "Hey, sit already! I'm Mary, the current leader. What's your name?"
The teen looked at her calmly, a sharp contrast to her energetic tone.
"What the hell is your problem?" they muttered. "Why did you bother me?" They sighed, frustrated by this new interruption to their quiet life.
"Why not?"
Disbelief crossed their face.
"I don't care. Leave me alone."
They turned around and never came back.
I turned my head and watched time pass, until they were seventeen years old.
"Y/n—"
I gasped, surprised, as the same girl from the club appeared before them. Mary.
The almost-adult turned around and raised a brow.
"What do you want, Mary?"
Despite their rough appearance, their voice was soft. They pulled her into a gentle hug, then let go with an easy grin.
"You look stunning. Date?"
Mary giggled and took a step back.
"No! I'm celebrating my graduation with my family tonight." Her expression softened into sadness. "And after that, I'm preparing my luggage..." She hummed, lost in thought.
