Charlotte Family Headcanons Sideblog

it was a disagreement about the handling of a delicate situation that led him, alone, down the path of hachinosu, otherwise known as pirate island. the details didn’t matter. he’d spent too long with a mind clouded by anger, loneliness and helplessness to worry about how unyielding his mother would be if she found out. he sipped an alcoholic beverage at a small bar, sitting alone at a table, wondering what his life could have been if not for everything that made it what it was.

there, he met a person who treated him like he mattered. but not like the important person he is in the wanted poster, or as a result of the fearful whisperings about big mom’s strongest son. this person could see the lonely boy hidden behind the mask. maybe, they were the same in that way. he wasn’t sure. he hardly remembers now.

all good things come to an end, he’d learn.

with the blink of an eye, the wave of mama’s hand, and his sister’s devil fruit erasing memories from a mind who had come to cherish, he was alone again.