You were pursuing your dreams and hopeful to see your brother in the future. While at work, you discovered some hidden things inside the Marines that you were not supposed to know.
One night, the Captain of the ship entrusted something. This caused...
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" Where am I?" You asked yourself loudly as you walked by the shore, bare feet left footprints in the sand. You paused to look at the beautiful scenery. The waves create a rhythmic sound as it meets the sandy shore, the sun is shining brightly, and the sea complimented the bright bluish sky.
" Oiiiii!" A cheerful voice got you looking up ahead. Not so far, you saw her. Waving her hands above her head and calling out to you. She jumps cheerfully while still waving her hands.
" Don't you just stand there!" She giggled.
Her white dress glowed brightly with the help of the bright sunshine.
" Mas... Clara." You took a step forward. Your eyes began to water as your small steps transitioned to running toward her.
When you reached her, you jumped and hugged her tightly. You broke down crying knowing you were able to grasp her.
If she's alive or you're dead, you don't care at all as long as you can hold her.
" There, there." Masclara pats your head like a child despite you two having the same height in this unknown realm.
You abruptly leaned back and held her shoulders tightly while examining her head to toe.
The final cause of her death was no longer there, not even the wounds nor the bruises when you last saw her. She looks so well like nothing had happened.
" Am... Am I dead?" You asked, brushing your tears to see her clearly. Your face has already turned red.
" It's not even your time yet, you have a lot of time remaining before kicking the bucket." Masclara laughed.
" Wh-why am I here then? I can hold you." You held her hands tightly. " Never mind. I'm... I'm sorry I let you die. I'm too weak and now, I'm dead t--" The continuous words from your mouth were cut off shortly.
" Ahh, Y/N." She chuckled then let go of your hands to hold your face softly. Her palms rested on your cheeks while her thumbs wiped the stream of tears.
" You have nothing to apologize for."
" It's all... It's all my fault, I am too weak and now... because of me, Mohawk is probably suffering because he lost you, his beloved."
" You didn't kill me, Mich did. That asshole, pfft." Masclara scoffed.
" I know but she wouldn't have killed you if I left the crew a long time ago or if I was just strong enough... Mich wouldn't target the Kid Pirates if it wasn't because of me."
" Hey... Hey..." Masclara held your shoulders firmly and shook them to stop you from talking. Her expression turned serious.
" None. Of. It. Was. Your. Fault. Okay? "
You didn't speak so she sighed. She stood beside you and placed an arm around your shoulders to guide you to walk by the shore.
" I knew it. It was a good decision to ask the Heavens to visit you while you're in a coma because you're self-blaming too much."
