I know, I know...

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Title: I know...
Topic: haunting
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Pairing: Usopp/Sanji; (presumed) Sanji/Nami, Usopp/Kaya
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Summary: You don't love me. I know that.

Excuse: Eek! It's not San/Zo! What is the world coming to? Also, I should stop listening to Def Leppard, because apparently it makes me write angst and Usopp. In that order. *sigh*

Notes: I'm not sure how "on topic" this actually is. *shrugs* Does "he thinks she haunts his lover's thoughts" count?

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You don't love me. I know that, know where your affections lie. You proclaim them for all the world to hear at the drop of a word from her lips, after all. So when you get up from here and get dressed again, when you go back to being the perfect gentleman again, I won't cry. I'll let you go, won't protest.

But you'll have to pretend you don't hear it, if I breathe a sigh of disappointment as you close the door behind you, if I breathe a prayer for a next time.

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You don't love me. I know that, know where your affections lie. You draw them for the world to see, every time you sketch her face in the margins of your designs, retell the stories you created for her amusement to the captain and doctor. So when I get up from here and get dressed again, when I go back to being the Ladies' Man, I won't cry. I'll leave you be, won't protest.

But you'll have to pretend you don't hear it, if I breathe a sigh of disappointment as I close the door behind myself, if I breathe a prayer for a next time.