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@trafalgardwaterlami  from - x

“Calm the hell down! I didn’t choose anyone.” he growled with a shake of his head. “There is nothing going on between that person and me, I never even spoke to her before.”

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    “You were never this popular when we were young! What have you been eating to make you so popular?”

“I can’t answer that one I’m afraid ... You will just have to ask all the people that want me.”

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    Helpless — had been how the Chief of Staff felt when he’d been filled in on one of their finest doctor’s situation. Helpless, as despite all his vows to live with no more regrets, there had been little to naught he could do in the face of disease, one even the best of doctors failed to provide a cure for.

    Being second in command to only Dragon, there was’t much the revolutionary hadn’t been aware of when it came to the army, that would include as well being aware to how far from the truth the lie she’d been convincing everyone of was. 

    Calm and firmness were ever so present in his visage and tone as he ordered the room be cleared, requesting to have his privacy with the blonde female sitting before him with spots of snow painting her otherwise fair skin, and of course, none would dare question their Chief.

    A smile ever so bright and full of life was presented before him but rather than ease his worry, all it achieved was drawing more rage, distressed by her own selflessness and attempts to belittle what had been a serious condition while words of paperwork were merely ignored as evidently there had been more pressing matters to attend to at hand. 

    ❝ Don’t mess with me, Lami! ❞ he would exclaim, his frustration merely a side effect to his true concern and fear of losing yet another person he cared about. ❝ You may have everyone else fooled but do you really think I don’t know what’s truly going on here? How long.. How long has this been going on for? ❞ — what he wouldn’t dare voice however, was how much time would it be before their medic’s condition worsened?

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@trafalgardwaterlami from [here]

He stared at his hand that was hooked into the pinky promise; his fingers were jittery, cold and rough, and he had to tighten his grip to steady his hand. In contrast, the touch of her pinky and her hand brushing against his was warm, smooth and soft. The corners of his lips drawn together into a thin line extended just slightly to the sides, but it was more of a wince than a smile.

Why now? Fate was cruel and reality was unkind. Corazon had saved his life, practically died for him to live. But… Lami was his sister. He loved them both. Did he have to pick between revenge and Lami?

Her smile… His mind flashed back to the memories they had shared as siblings. She was always cheery, beaming, full of life. It was unfair, how all of her joy had been stolen from her at such a young age. As their fingers untwined, his hand dropped back to his side, hanging limp. Was it really all right to believe in miracles? After having lost everything, for her to return, he should be happy, but he was only more terrified that he would lose her again.

Startled out of his reverie when she wrapped her hands around him, he didn’t resist the embrace, nor did he push her away. There was a certain comfort in her hug that he never realised he craved... As the tension seeped away from his muscles, he managed a smile. Lami smelled of fresh flowers, and it was a scent that their mother used to wear.

Naturally, he had questions, mostly beginning with ‘How’, but those could wait. What would knowing the answers change? Lest he pushed his luck by asking too many questions, he decided he would just accept the blessings of her safety for what they were. Wary of hurting her, however, he only returned the hug by resting a hand against her back. Only, in his mind, turmoil boiled and bubbled.

For all his life growing up, he had planned his retribution against Doflamingo. Yet, now that Lami had appeared, all he wanted was to leave everything behind and run away with her. Perhaps they could hide and start anew, away from Doflamingo and away from the marines. His smile wavered and his brows pulled together. Despite his efforts, his resolve was weakening… 

Shit. He wanted to live.

Even if he succeeded in taking down Doflamingo with the Strawhats and made it out alive, Kaido would be waiting. No, Kaido would be coming. It would never end, the fighting. He squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his lips together; all he wanted was to return to Lami, so they could get ice cream together— and he didn’t even like ice cream.

Selfishly, he wanted to pluck her away, from all the danger, to somewhere safe, but what right did he have? She had her own life that he couldn’t just steal away. She likely had her own friends and family that she cared for. He couldn’t be that thoughtless, after having left her behind himself.

Moreover, he couldn’t just forget everything Corazon had done for him. Even if he was tired and he wanted nothing more then than to run like a coward, with his tail tucked between his legs, that would be wrong. Besides, he couldn’t leave the Strawhats to clean up his mess. Yet…

He blinked, snapping his attention back to focus, meeting Lami’s eyes.

“I… Lami, thank you,” he said, as they pulled apart from the hug; the warmth dissipating, much to his disappointment.

As she turned to leave, before he could even think about what he was doing, he reached out a hand to take hold of her wrist. It was bony and felt delicate and he let go instantly.

“Ah… It’s nothing. I... I guess I’ll find you again.”

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♬ casper the friendly ghost~ ♪

╟ ☸ ╢ I Anonymous I @trafalgardwaterlami

[sabolution]

Dear Sabo, if you've gotten this, it means that I'm no longer around. It's weird writing to someone asleep in a chair next to me - but I think we both know that I'm dying, and I wanted to wish you a happy birthday while I still could. So . . . Happy birthday! I bet you've gotten lots of presents, and there's probably a ton of food and cake!! Eat a big, big piece for me, okay? I'm sorry I couldn't get you a present. I'm sorry I couldn't be there. Please smile. It's your birthday! Love, Lami.

╟ ☸ ╢ I @trafalgardwaterlami

✖ ╟ 🎩 ╢ ✖                                The paper audibly crinkles as he clenches the letter in his hand, permanently leaving residing wrinkles that he’ll later tenaciously endeavor to neaten out and thoroughly remove, though his efforts will be ultimately futile.

                    He knows she meant well by it. He recognizes that it was written out of the goodness of her heart, and the ink on the page she left for him was not conjured out of a malicious desire to ail him or cause him further grievance. He’s perfectly aware that she genuinely wanted to warm him with it, and the message’s only purpose was to bring him some semblance of comfort and reassurance that even though she may now be gone, she was still looking out for him and thinking of his future without her up until her final moments.

                              He should be enamored by her consideration.

                    He should be appreciative that she was struggling to put pen to paper even in her enervated state, and he can discern by the way her script wobbles and wavers that she was willing herself to keep clutching that pen with all the remaining vitality she could muster.

                    He should be grateful that she was thinking of happier times such as his approaching birthday as she was progressively reaching her end.

                                                  But he’s not.

                              It’s selfish, and thinking about it now seems revoltingly greedy, but he had wanted her to stay long enough to make it through today. He’d wanted her to make it to seeing him turn twenty-three years old, even if that would have ultimately changed nothing. She would still eventually die, regardless of whether she was there to experience his birthday at his side or not. Cake and presents aren’t enough to cure a terminal illness, and he understands that she was too sick to enjoy herself anyway. Braving smiles through her suffrage and feebleness would only burden her further. Willing herself to act as if she was fine for the sake of not spoiling the celebration was a task too troublesome to ask of her. It isn’t fair of him to think it. It isn’t right of him to consider it.

                                                  But he still does.

                              The letter will be stored away in a keepsake box, safely residing in a place where it will be protected from the elements to preserve its quality for as long as possible, along with several other treasured items he holds in the highest regard.                    All that can be done now is follow through with her request, regardless of how he feels about it. If there’s any real possibility that she’s somehow able to see him from wherever she now resides, he can’t bring himself to disappoint her or cause her worry.

                              He doesn’t speak the words out loud, but he mutely mouths his response to the letter itself.

                                                   ❛Alright.                                                                   I will.❜