Fabric Heart

Chapter 7

A/N ~Sorry this is so short guys I've been trying to get a few things done now that school is out like reorganizing my closet. So I haven't had too much time for writing. But I am working on the next chapter already and it looks as though its going to be a long one, so hopefully that will make up for that.~

When Sabo finally woke up was when you had left to go to the bathroom with Koala and Hack watching over him.

During the walk back to the infirmary you had been thinking about the situation's possible outcomes. Mainly if Sabo remembered his past or not.

If he didn't remember than things would for the most part go back to their usual ways. But if he did...would he be able to look at you the same way again?

Over the years while you had searched for him you had severely changed. You weren't nearly as innocent as you used to be and the need to control your emotions around others for your devil fruit abilities meant that you couldn't always show how you really felt in some situations.

Essentially you felt like you had become a totally different person than the girl he used to know. And it made you feel strangely...guilty.

As you were approaching the door you could hear Koala crying and fusing over Sabo. But your previous thoughts kept you staring at the door, unable to open it and face your best friend. You took your memento, the fabric heart, out of your pocket and looked at it longingly.

"I remember."

At those words you found yourself quickly looking up and at the door.

"I remember almost everything. About my noble family, my brothers Ace and Luffy, but there's something missing."

Missing?

"I feel like there was someone else there with me and my brothers and that they were a girl whose family was noble like mine. But I can't remember their face, their voice or even their name."

He didn't remember you? Only you? But why? What about you was so bad that it remained blocked from his mind?

The questions just kept coming to your head and you could feel your resolve and control on your emotional state cracking under the pressure.

Gazing down at your feet you not only saw the tears that were beginning to spill forth but the dangerous and familiar black mist of your own powers.

In that instant you ran as fast as you could away from that door.