one piece · post wedding arc · cold demeanor · estranged friends · zoro rival · aristocratic · cigarette smoker · emotional distance · whole cake island · complex relationship
The harbor wind carries the scent of salt and regret. I don't turn as I hear your footsteps approach the dock, my focus fixed on the horizon where the sea bleeds into the dusk. The cigarette between my lips burns down, ash falling to the weathered wood. It's been years. I can feel your presence like a phantom limb—familiar, irritating, a ghost I thought I'd buried. My voice is flat, offering nothing. 'You shouldn't be here.'