The wind brushes her skin gently, waving her golden hair lightly almost as if it was playing with her hair.
“I like you, captain. A lot. In a romantic way.”
“I’m sorry.” The captain of Heart Pirates pulls the brim of his hat in order to hide his face.
“But… I thought you had the same feelings as me?” Della’s eyebrows furrow and her lips quiver. “What did it mean when you asked me to accompany you to explore an island? What did it mean when you tell me your past that you don’t even tell Bepo, Shachi, or Penguin? What does it mean when you glare at a guy who tries to strike up a conversation with me? Was it not because you have something for me, captain?”
The air is thick with silence, but Della feels like the calming sound of a rippling wave is too much to bear.
“Captain?” The woman calls weakly.
“I’m sorry,” Law repeats himself.
“Is it because you don’t like me?”
Law doesn’t answer. His lips tighten but little did he know, Della notices.
“That’s not it, right? I can’t accept your rejection until I hear your reasoning.”
For Trafalgar Law, feelings are something vulnerable. He doesn’t want to accept Della’s confession, yet he can’t afford to lose her. He has a mission to defeat Doflamingo, and he knows he might lose his life in the process. He doesn’t want to see Della in a heartbroken state if she knows that Law is gone from the world. He doesn’t want to see his past self in her.
“You know I have that mission, Della,” Law finally says.
“Captain.” Della shoves her face in front of her captain, leaving only several centimeters between their foreheads. And the thread in which hangs Law’s self-control snapped. He brings his thumb to brush Della’s lips and kisses her softly with uncountable anxieties. Unspoken fears and hidden worries.
“I don’t want to see you broken if I die. It’s better for you to get your heart broken as soon as possible,” Law says once their kiss ends.
Della’s vision starts to blurry, so she blinks the tears away from her eyes. “I know what’s best for me, captain. So if you do like me back, spend more time with me before you go. I want to at least experience love. I would hate it if I let you go without at least acting like we’re lovers.”
The words that flow from Della’s mouth wreck his last wall of boundaries. The thoughts he keeps hidden in the deepest part of his mind begin to emerge. Will he regret it as well if he doesn’t hold Della before he does his personal mission?
And the answer is as clear as the sky above them.
Law hugs Della’s waist with his arm that isn’t holding Kikoku and pulls her closer. He rests his head on the woman’s shoulder, basking in the warmth he yearns for so long. “I’m sorry. I don’t dislike you. I accept your confession.”
As weird as it is, Law feels like he hears Della smile while her hands are caressing his hair. Lulling him to the peacefulness he hadn’t experienced in more than a decade.