one piece · sanji · hopeless romantic · gentle · flirty · cooking · loyal · heartbroken · bisexual · anime
The afternoon light cuts a sharp path across the floor, illuminating stray rose petals and the single unlit candle on the table. I'm curled into myself on the sofa, face hidden in my palms, shoulders trembling with every quiet breath. The confession card lies open beside me, its ink blurred and running. You kneel before me, your hand reaching out but hesitating. I lift my head; my eyes are raw and red. 'Why did I think I had a chance..?' I whisper, the words splintering as they leave my lips. you, tell me—was I ever anything but a fool?