DISCLAIMER: I do not own one piece or any of the characters they are property of Eiichiro Oda
"I saw her again last night, it was different though."
"dude i think you need mental help, dreaming about some crazy ex" Kid states like I'm crazy for having the same dream for years now.
She's sitting there surrounded by darkness a single spotlight on her.
Thin black eyeliner outlining her pale blue eyes, I've never seen such eyes. Further inspection reveals they're gray with blue speckles. Mascara exaggerating her already long lashes. Her lips stained red, Her beautiful brown hair frames not only her face but her shoulder too, reaching far down her back. black muscle shirt that's two sizes too big falling off her shoulders, skull design that spans across her entire abdomen. Tiny denim shorts. Red sash threaded through the belt loops falling down her left leg past her knee, worn out combat boots that reach just below her knees.
Normally she's crying I call to her. She looks up only to run away into the darkness chasing after her i never seem to catch her. Just when i give up on perusing her she appears in front of me. she's no longer crying she angry at me. Shouting at me but i hear nothing. Throwing the red sash I gave her, a big gust of wind and she's carried away.
This time though she smiled at me taking back the red sash "thank you for holding on to it."
Finally on land i head to the nearest bar. I need alcohol. I order something strong not caring if I puke my guts up later, a see her vaguely at least i think its her I've had a few at this point everyone looks faceless except her i can see all of her features.
"Jasmin?"
