Because it has to happen
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onepieceyaoi100Rating: G
Word count: 214
Pairing: ...it has Usopp and Luffy?
This is what happens when inspiration strikes when I am mostly asleep on the bus. Because this is the moment I most want to see right now... (Contains really vague spoilers for the latest manga chapters.)
These are the moments that make a life.
A father's farewell, the sea calling stronger than blood.
A mother's last smile. "Be brave."
That crazy moment, too wonderful to be true, of welcome and belonging.
But it was true, and after that - so many moments! Every one is new and different from the next, flashing by in a whirl of fun and adventure and sometimes terror, too. It is a life of moments.
Then there is one where life stops.
No moment can ever be taken back; no words can be unsaid. Such little things, words, and so casual.
"Bye. It's been fun." Words bearing down with the weight of the world, in that moment.
After so many moments how can one more mean anything at all? How is it possible that this moment now, over all others, is what makes life matter again? How can one moment be so overwhelming, making all the others fade?
It is a moment of arms, warm and strong and stretchy, wrapped around the neck. Of black hair tickling in the face, smelling of sun and salt and straw. Of a body pressed so close that there is nothing else in the world.
There is not even a word, now. There is just this. There is love.
Word count: 214
Pairing: ...it has Usopp and Luffy?
This is what happens when inspiration strikes when I am mostly asleep on the bus. Because this is the moment I most want to see right now... (Contains really vague spoilers for the latest manga chapters.)
These are the moments that make a life.
A father's farewell, the sea calling stronger than blood.
A mother's last smile. "Be brave."
That crazy moment, too wonderful to be true, of welcome and belonging.
But it was true, and after that - so many moments! Every one is new and different from the next, flashing by in a whirl of fun and adventure and sometimes terror, too. It is a life of moments.
Then there is one where life stops.
No moment can ever be taken back; no words can be unsaid. Such little things, words, and so casual.
"Bye. It's been fun." Words bearing down with the weight of the world, in that moment.
After so many moments how can one more mean anything at all? How is it possible that this moment now, over all others, is what makes life matter again? How can one moment be so overwhelming, making all the others fade?
It is a moment of arms, warm and strong and stretchy, wrapped around the neck. Of black hair tickling in the face, smelling of sun and salt and straw. Of a body pressed so close that there is nothing else in the world.
There is not even a word, now. There is just this. There is love.
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