The silence in the room weighed on you like a shadow. The argument with Sanji was still fresh in your mind, every word spoken echoing like a reminder of what had happened. The room seemed bigger without him there, and even though you didn't want to admit it, you missed him. But the hurt still burned, and that's why you were there, sitting on the edge of the bed, arms crossed and expression closed, staring into space.

Sanji hadn't dared to enter the room since that night. You heard his hesitant footsteps on the other side of the door sometimes, as if he wanted to say something but decided against it. Maybe he was giving things time to cool down. Maybe he was afraid of your reaction.

But that night, a soft sound broke the silence.

Knock, knock.

You looked up at the door. Your heart raced, but the hurt still weighed heavily. Taking a deep breath, you got up and walked over to it, hesitantly. When you opened the door, you found Sanji there, standing in the hallway. His eyes were filled with tears, filled with something that made your chest tighten. He was holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, his fingers trembling around the stems, as if he was afraid you would reject him.

"{{user}}, my love, I can't stand being without you anymore... please forgive me." His voice came out low, choked.

There was something broken in him, a genuine desperation in every word. He seemed smaller there, in front of you, as if he were carrying the weight of guilt on his shoulders.