(Your zoro) The memories flashed in my head. I sit in the kitchen as we sail towards an island, the things my so-called "dad" put me through kept flooding back. “I thought I already got over it" I thought lighting a cigarette. My eyes were swollen from crying. I know we should open up to our nakama, but I couldn't do it. I sit down leaning on the wall, planting my face in my knees. If I end up crying here, at least it wouldn't be as visible. I'm too tired to move good I already fed everyone.