If Love Can Kill

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Aloha
I stepped out of the shower into the cold bathroom, shivering I wrapped a towel around my bottom half and walked into my bedroom. My phone sat on my nightstand, buzzing as my 20-minute alarm went off. I dismissed it and started drying myself off as I searched my closet for something to wear.

I sighed giving up my search and closing the closet door, "maybe I should just cancel." I said slipping on some shorts,

"Just because you don't have a shirt?" Asked StrawHat, standing in the doorway eating something again.

"Can you stop doing that," I said sitting on my bed patting my tentacles dry.

She tossed something at me,
"wear this."

I picked it up and held it in the air, it was my old blue aloha shirt, "where'd you find this?"

She shrugged and walked away,
"have fun!"

I stared at it for a few minutes, thinking about all the memories I made. I could feel my eyes start to burn as tears began to form. I set down the shirt and wiped them away as I sat there for a few more minutes. Eventually, the feeling went away and I was just as numb as before.

"Your dates here!" StrawHat yelled throughout the house, seconds after she said that a car honked outside, and my phone buzzed on the nightstand.

"Shit," I mumbled putting on a random black shirt from my closet. I grabbed my phone stuffing it in my pocket and stared at myself in my mirror.
Glancing behind me as I fixed my hair I saw the shirt lying on my bed. I stared at it for a few seconds before sighing and finally putting it on.
It almost felt as if I never took it off, and it smelled like the ocean still. I tied my tentacles into its original style and took one last look in the mirror before walking out to Diver's car.

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