One day you'll find that I have gone...
Characters: Sanji and OPEN.
Location: The gates.
Time: Early morning.
Content: The stubborn guy finally gave up on being stubborn.
Format: Anything but likely prose.
Warnings: Might want a bucket for those farewell tears ;__;
Well, this was it. He was leaving.
Standing a few feet off from the wrought iron gates the chef wondered whether they had really been that tall when he'd enlisted in the staff of the institute. Somehow he felt like he wouldn't be able to walk through them simply because they were so far above him, or he was so far beneath. Of course, the rational part of his brain knew that the real reason was that there was so much behind him that called him to stay; to stay in the place that he had never dreamed he could be so happy living in, make so many friends in. He'd even fallen in love within these strange mossy walls, and yet he'd never fallen enough in love with the ground beneath his feet.
This was the right decision. He had to keep telling himself that. Luffy and Franky had departed ahead of him; it had taken some time for him to really admit that he had to go with them too... no, that wasn't right. He didn't have to; he wanted to.
A juddering sigh rent the cigarette smoke into a waving staircase for a brief moment before he squared his shoulders. It was far too early for anyone to know he was here. Of course, he'd declared his intentions, he wasn't so callous, but, this was better. It was better this way.
Hefting the traveling case over his shoulders for the second and last time within the grounds the cook took a step towards his next life.
Location: The gates.
Time: Early morning.
Content: The stubborn guy finally gave up on being stubborn.
Format: Anything but likely prose.
Warnings: Might want a bucket for those farewell tears ;__;
Well, this was it. He was leaving.
Standing a few feet off from the wrought iron gates the chef wondered whether they had really been that tall when he'd enlisted in the staff of the institute. Somehow he felt like he wouldn't be able to walk through them simply because they were so far above him, or he was so far beneath. Of course, the rational part of his brain knew that the real reason was that there was so much behind him that called him to stay; to stay in the place that he had never dreamed he could be so happy living in, make so many friends in. He'd even fallen in love within these strange mossy walls, and yet he'd never fallen enough in love with the ground beneath his feet.
This was the right decision. He had to keep telling himself that. Luffy and Franky had departed ahead of him; it had taken some time for him to really admit that he had to go with them too... no, that wasn't right. He didn't have to; he wanted to.
A juddering sigh rent the cigarette smoke into a waving staircase for a brief moment before he squared his shoulders. It was far too early for anyone to know he was here. Of course, he'd declared his intentions, he wasn't so callous, but, this was better. It was better this way.
Hefting the traveling case over his shoulders for the second and last time within the grounds the cook took a step towards his next life.