#doroboneko

He wrapped his fingers in her orange curls, twirling them as I smelled the faint citrus scent emanating from her pores, reveling in such a pleasant aroma that always seemed to accompany her everywhere. Record it in his memory to always remember it.

He allowed himself to remove his eyes from her to see the time on the clock that was on the nightstand beside him; It was only half an hour before the alarm to wake up sounded, but as much as he wanted he would not stay to admire his bright eyes opening and looking at him with love, her warm arms embracing his back or her pink lips kissing him with passion.

It was selfish to stay after all.

He didn't know where find the strength to get up, to dress in silence while she still sleeping placidly, with the side of her bed cooling as she left that warm and comforting body.

This time Law would not be in the moment she woke up, wouldn't receive her with kisses and subtle caresses. This time it would be the last.

While He left a note on his bedside table and gave her one last look, Law tried not to think that she would wake up thinking that he would be with her and how her tears would fall from his cheeks once he knew he would never see him again.

He had promised to stay with her, and he did not need to think of anything other than the reason for his departure, it was enough to go out the door with his heart in his throat.

And as he knew it would happen, Nami woke up in a cold, deserted bed; confused not to find him at her side and with a strange feeling in the chest. She turned off the alarm and found an engagement ring next to a piece of paper in the wood.

She tightened the ring as he tossed the blade roughly on the floor, where she could clearly see the words "I'm sorry" engraved with black ink.