Today however it seemed as if you weren't the only one who came to pay their respect as you beheld the silhouette of a man leaning against the tombstone. lol I'm sorry) or when you felt you needed to reconnect with the deceased saint of a man. ![]() You made your way through the several rows of graves already knowing where your lover's grave was seeing that you visited once in a fortnight (FORTNITE YEET!!. Yokohama's city graveyard, the only place that proved Oda existed and wasn't some figment of your imagination. Soon enough you reached the destination you were travelling too. "Hashtag justice for jinko." You chuckled beneath your breath before continuing through the bustling crowd of citizens. Yokohama was filled with a wide variation of persona's. Next to him was a boy with white hair who was holding his hands up in surrender as he stuttered out excuses. The typical summer weather seemed to have a positive impact on most of the people you walked past- well, except for some random blonde dude in a ponytail who was rambling about some sort of schedule being ruined. To your dismay the day was full of sun and there were no clouds in sight. Upon your daily realization you let yourself break into small sobs before finally dragging yourself out of bed to go get some breakfast. It was just you in this empty house that the two of you dreamed of growing old in and raising a family in now all a dream that would never come true. Every morning now you would wake up and would hold a hand out for the man to still be there. The way they offered their condolences but no matter how many times one apologized it wouldn't bring him back. You remember the way you broke down right in front of them. "We regret to inform you that Sakunosuke Oda has been found dead in a battle with Mimic." Of course you were worried sick about him but that day when the cops were standing on your doorstep you knew something was terribly wrong. The next morning however, Oda was gone and he didn't return. Despite your shock you stayed and told him you'd always be with him. ![]() He often dreamed of becoming a writer but said it could never happen. He completely broke down as he told you everything, that he was a mafioso, that the five orphans you two visited were killed and his past full of bloodshed. You remember the night he came home looking broken. Oda Sakunosuke a man who worked for the Port Mafia despite being one of the lowest ranked members, a man who never used a gun unless provoked. ![]() Every morning for the last four years you thought it was all a bad dream and that when you woke up your lover would be there to kiss away the pain but this was real he's dead. A (S/C) hand reached out to the space on their right only to be greeted to empty sheets prompting (E/C) irises to open noticing the sudden absence. The only thing that could be heard in the bedroom was the ruffle of sheets as a certain someone turned over in their bed.
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