Closure: Trafalgar Law X Reader

5

"What?" you croaked as he pulled away to look at your face.
"That brand of cologne doesn't really suit you." his silver eyes sharpened while he watched you formulate a response.
"I went to visit a friend who was having a breakdown, that's all."

He knew that wasn't entirely true; the cologne on you now was so familiar but he couldn't place it.

"And who might this friend be?" now he was sitting up watching every expression you made.

You shifted chewing on your lip, "It... It was Marco."

Law's frown deepened as it clicked, that scent was on you that night back in November before your anxiety attacks started.

"So, you just casually meet up with your married ex-boyfriend in the middle of the night?" he could feel the fury blooming in his chest.
"It's not like that." you murmured, guilt plastered all over your face.
"Please tell me what it's like then?" he raised his voice making you jump.

You choked on the lump in your throat and averted your gaze.

"Well?" he crossed his arms and huffed, "Have you forgotten that we are to be married in less than two months? You promised you'd try and the first chance you get, you run off and break the law?"

He was exhausted, upset and infuriated by your unwillingness to be a part of this relationship, just when he'd had a glimmer of progress.

You remained quiet too shocked by his uncharacteristic outburst.

"Am I that bad? That unworthy of trust?"

You were, now, resembling every other woman he'd encountered.

"L-law..." you stammered feeling your breath grow shorter.

Not now.

He watched still scowling, waiting for you to continue.

"I-it ...it was... really nothing." you were gasping now, "Nothing. Please."

Recognizing the symptoms of your anxiety attack, he calmly reclaimed his place at your side and eased you into the bed on your right side. As you began to curl into yourself and involuntarily sob he clasped your wrists together with one hand and tipped your chin up to open your airway with the other. His expression was soft and calm now, but he was hardly holding it together.

You truly didn't deserve him.

"F/N-ya, deep slow breaths, in through your nose out through your mouth," he ordered in a soothing tone.
"C-can't." you murmured frantically.
"You can," he moved your hair from your face, "I'll do it with you. Relax."

For ten minutes he laid with you; softly instructing you to breathe until you finally calmed down. Once he felt your pulse was somewhat normal he stood and stepped into the bathroom returning with a damp washcloth. As he helped you clean your face you noticed the crease between his brows had reappeared.

You wanted to come clean and apologize but your throat felt like you'd spent the night swallowing fiberglass.

"We'll talk tomorrow," he ran his tattooed fingers through his messy hair, "I can't do this right now."

You could only nod as he exited.

Crossing the apartment to his room Law shut the door and collapsed into his mattress. He pulled a pillow over his face and groaned shielding his eyes from the morning light. Surely, he was just being sensitive because of the girl that reminded him of Lami.

You just made him feel so defeated, and that was embarrassing. He knew from the beginning that this was just a legal obligation, for him it was too. Somewhere on the way watching you heal and start to open up things changed. Things he was still unwilling to admit, things you were blind to.

Right now, he wasn't sure how he'd be able to face you without being angry and raising his voice which clearly upset you. And even though it was completely warranted he didn't want to see that terrified look on your face.

He rose and changed shirts before slipping back into his coat and grabbing his keys. There wasn't any way he'd be able to stay home with you today.

His phone chimed as he locked the door.

F/N: Be careful. You haven't had enough rest to drive around.

Ignoring your concern, he pocketed his mobile and continue to his car.

An hour later he parked in front of the small brick cottage and took a short moment to run his hands over his exhausted face. Slouching to the front door he fumbled looking for the right key, it had been a while since he was last here.

"Law? What a surprise!"
"I'm going to stay here for a few days," he replied with a sigh.

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"It was around six when he left, I sent him one text, but he never answered." you sighed dragging a stressed hand through your hair.

"Well, to be honest, I'd probably ignore you too." your cousin replied propping his feet up on your desk, "You haven't exactly given him any reasons to want to speak to you."

"Thanks for sugar coating it."

"That's not how this works and you know it." the greenette smirked tossing a ball of rubber bands in the air, "What the fuck are you doing sneaking around with that old guy anyway?"

"We weren't sneaking around. He just wanted to talk."
"In the middle of the night, at a secluded lake house?" he deadpanned.

"I don't know why I talk to you."

"Because I'm all you've got and the only person who loves you." he snickered.

"I hate you." you grumbled, "And get your feet off my desk."

Zoro sat upright placing the ball back on your desk, "So what was this talk that was so important you were running around in the middle of the night?"

You let out an exasperated sigh.

"His wife is pregnant." You murmured.

"That's not really news the family is sharing yet, F/N." a voice piped from the doorway, "It would be best if you didn't share with anyone for a while, you know first trimester and all."

"Ace." you sat up straight.

"Don't worry I don't care enough to say anything," Zoro muttered crossing his arms.