One shot

First, last and only part

I feel empty. So incredibly empty.
And dead.
Somehow not there anymore. Unreal.
I find it unreal to feel my heart beating, to hear it pounding in my chest.
I turn my head slowly. The sight of you stings my heart. Your brown eyes stare sadly at the ceiling. We have fought many times in all these years, but never like this.
I'm sorry for all the words we said, that I said. So endless sorrow. I never meant to hurt you.
No way.
I don't know if I would ever say anything more.
Where did our love go Didn't we vow to grow old together? Has it all gone out, like the candle whose wick is still gently emitting smoke? All gone? I don’t want to believe it. Somewhere in you and me there must still be something from the other. A tingling sensation or even a shallow breath.

I am feeling so bad. I would like to die now or something.I feel that it is no different for you. Was that really all? Your presence is unbearable and yet pleasant. I don't want to be anywhere else and yet as many miles away as I can. What am I supposed to do without you? If you hate me now I will never be able to close my eyes again when I know that you are waiting for me behind my lids.

The clouds darken the sky like our thoughts. The first drops fall on us, soaking your hair, your things. I see how you tremble, whether from the cold from the rain, or from the one that is spreading inside you, I don't know. And then I see her. I don't know, are they really tears, or is it just the raindrops that glitter on your cheeks? Are you crying? Are you showing what I'm trying to prevent even though every fiber of my body is crying out for it?
It hurts to see you like this.
Even though I yelled at you a few hours ago, we both vented our anger and you slapped me, I would do nothing better than to have you in my arms again.I want it all again. Like a few days ago. I want you to be happy again and to hug me with a smile. All I've said that bothers me about you is what defines you, what I love about you so much.

A drop is running down your face in a hurry. Stops at the tip of your nose, falls and bursts on your lap. Shattered like my world. And then everything is gone again. I don't care about anything. I can't undo anything, but I can make you know that I still love you anyway. I lean forward carefully. Take your gentle face in my hands. You look at me with your hazel eyes and I don't know why I said all that to you earlier.
"Zorro ..."
I barely understand your sobbing, but I don't care about words now. Too many words were uttered today. And too many tears have flowed because of it. Because I'm sure of that now. You cry. I slowly brush your orange hair off your face.Your sad sniff makes me more determined. I gently wipe my thumb over the traces of the rain and your crying. And gently kiss the drops away. Feel the salty taste. And I'm so sorry for everything.
I open my eyes again. You sit in front of me, but the way you look at me gives me goose bumps again.
"I didn't mean to say ... It wasn't meant like that ... I ... Zorro ... I love you ... I'm so sorry ..." Your upper lip is trembling. One last drop remained on it.
I let you feel my answer. I know you understood me when you return my kiss. Yes Nami, I love you too.

((I tell you it's confused ... ^ - ^))