One Piece (Love Story) [Part Two]

Chapter Three Hundred and Eight [Rewritten]

-Chapter Three Hundred and Eight-

"To reunite with—"

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"To build the—"

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"To learn the true history of—"

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"To cure any—"

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"To find the—"

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"To become a brave—"

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"To make a map of—"

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"To become the world's greatest—"

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"To become King of—"

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Skylar numbly stared at each of the stilled bodies before her, thick globs of tears running down her cheeks like waterfalls as she hesitantly lifted her head upon hearing the sound of approaching footsteps—ones that were eerily calm as they made their way towards her. Slow and mocking were the words that she would use to describe them before finally, they came to a complete stop, causing her body to tremble as she tearfully stared up into those cold eyes that rivaled her own. Eyes that stared at her with such hatred and disgust...

Eyes she found herself seeing in the mirror every day of her life...eyes that she felt she could never escape because she had the misfortune of sharing them...

"Tell me," a smooth and calming voice began, one that was familiar as it sent a shiver up her spine, "whose fault is it exactly that they're dead?"

My body jolted upwards with a painful gasp before quickly falling back down in agonizing pain at the sudden cry of protest that emitted from my muscles. Lying there, I silently up at the ceiling for a moment—shakily breathing as I tried to will that horrible dream to the back of my mind where I knew it would soon be forgotten and ignored until it decided to rear its ugly head once more. This wasn't the first time I had this particular dream...it was one of many that had become common just like the memories that plagued me in my sleep ever since I found myself growing attached to the others. It was a dream conjured up by my fears...a dream that manifested itself out of my worries of what the future might bring. Once it had eventually seeped itself back down into the darkest depths of my mind, I quietly started to examine the room that I now found myself in.

At a glance, it looked like any other room with a bed, dresser, desk, and bookshelf. Light currently fluttered in through the window, its curtains drawn as it bathed the entire room in the sun's warm and comforting glow...but that didn't change the fact that this room was unfamiliar to me.

"I'm alive...?" I croaked as I directed my gaze up towards the ceiling once more. "Where...where am I...? What...happened...?" I quietly asked, silently thinking before slowly lifting myself off the bed, this time opting to ignore the protest of my aching muscles as I carefully stood up. Peering down, I discovered that the entirety of my torso and arms were tightly wrapped in bandages...my pants were currently the only things still on my person that hadn't been removed which I was thankful for. Raising my hand, I gently rubbed my head—which also appeared to be wrapped in bandages—in thought as I desperately tried to recall what exactly had happened before I passed out.