One Piece (Love Story) [Part Two]

Chapter Three Hundred and Eleven

-Chapter Three Hundred and Eleven-

-Everybody's P.O.V-

When Devin had walked into the kitchen at three in the morning for a glass of water, he didn't expect to find someone seated at the kitchen table. Jumping back in surprise, he soon narrowed his eyes the minute he realized that it was just their unwanted house guest. Her eyes were currently trained on the cracked wall of the kitchen where she had smashed into it days prior. Inside the house, the damage didn't look too bad...but on the other side of the wall, it was a much different story. Prepared to open his mouth and say something snarky about how creepy it was for her to be sitting here in the dark...he stopped and raised an eyebrow when he finally noticed just how puffy and red her eyes were as if she had been crying earlier before he had arrived.

"What are you doing up?" he settled on asking, slowly moving to the cabinets to retrieve a glass. He didn't receive an answer as Skylar barely moved her gaze in his direction...

Her head hurt...

Her head hurt, her eyes stung, and her chest felt painfully tight. To be honest, she wished that the man had stayed silent, got what he needed, and left her to sulk in peace. Right now a million thoughts were going through her mind, the most notable ones being her desire to be with her friends and to feel Zoro hold her close and tell her he loves her. They were simple desires that she thought—that she hoped would drive these horrid memories of hers away and back into the dark where they belong. Devin peered back at her, raising a questioning brow at the lack of response he was given. Just earlier that day, she was talkative with him and his brother—answering question after question or responding to his sharp tongue with curt words of her own.

Yes, she was talkative...or more accurately, she was talkative with his brother and nothing short of an annoyance to him.

"What? Not going to answer my question?" he asked, filling the cup with water from the tap before walking over to the kitchen table and plopping down in the seat across from her. He closely watched her as he took a sip—waiting for her to respond...but instead, he was only greeted with silence and a blank stare once more. "Uh...had a bad dream or something?" he tried once again, slowly growing agitated with her lack of a response. Heaving a tired sigh, he leaned back into his chair and stared up at the ceiling, already getting ready to stand up and head back to his room.

"You could say it was something like that" her small, delicate voice is what stopped him from moving as he slowly looked towards her from the corner of his eye. Silently, he noted just how tired she sounded...not the kind of tired where you've been up all night and were in desperate need of sleep. Instead, it was the kind of tired one feels when they're just done with everything—it was the kind of tiredness that made one want to close their eyes and never open them again. Once more, Skylar fell silent. Her eyes now trained on the brunet as he slowly nodded.

"Uh...want to talk about it?" he awkwardly asked before clearing his throat. "Not with me, of course, I can go wake Shawn—he's better with this kind of crap" he reiterated.

"No..." was the only response he got as the young woman continued to stare at him before suddenly smiling and heaving a silent sigh. "I don't want to burden that sweet boy with my problems and you're too much of an ass to care."

"Oi!" Devin snapped, straightening his posture as he glared.

-Skylar's P.O.V-

I softly chuckled at the glare I received as the cruel whispers in the back of my mind finally started to subside. Leaning back in my chair, I sluggishly tilted my head back until my eyes were staring straight up at the ceiling.