[OP] 🌹 What's Up Stranger? 🌹 [ Trafalgar Law x Reader ]

CHAPTER 23

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Monster

How should I feel?

Creatures lie here

Looking through the window

"In the storage room." I said quietly as soon as my hands had stopped shaking, enough for me to regain the ability to press the dial button on my phone.

Robin soon arrived. She found me sat in the tiny room staring into space, with papers and dried tears stained both the floor and the reddened face. I barely turned to acknowledge her when she walked through the door, but seconds later my head bowed into my knees as I let out a meek sigh.

"What happened, Y/n?" She looked around, shocked to find me in such a state while having a difficulty to figure out what had caused my sadness. She bit her lip and glimpsed across me, her face ashen with confusion. "Tell me, please."

My throat was too sore to even mutter a word, so I slowly rose the clutched, smothered paper in my hand and gave it to her. Robin seized the silent approach and accepted my part of cooperation, not tearing her eyes from the document as she quickly scanned it. "Isn't this..." her were wide, unblinking, "Y/n, surely, this can't be..."

I nodded.

"And you found it in his-" I nodded again, while this time with visible reluctance. I screwed up my face at the thought of it and stayed silent until noises from the background emerged into the foreground.

Any second before the show begins.

I looked down at my hands to rein myself back to reality, to get back that self-control. "R-robin?" My voice was hoarse. "What should I do?" I made a tight fist, determined not to cry my heart out. I barely patched the strong emotions in one place and that content was now threatening to submerge with the new ones, making it even larger than before.

"How did you find out?"

"Pure luck. If it weren't for Shachi..." I stopped, "I would have probably blame myself for the mistake for a long time." I laughed, then succumbed back to a quiet tone. "You know what's the strangest thing?"

"What?"

"All of these," I pointed at the messy floor, "I found in my room that day. After I came back from the interview. How is it possible that there are two copies of my work? Is this one...The original? And if it is, what was with the copy in my room? How did it come there? Why?"

"Did you find anything strange that day?"

I frowned. "What do you mean by strange?"

"I meant like something out of place?"