Sabo

~~(Sorry, I just have a hyperfixation on Sabo)~~

After reading that one newspaper, sabo regained the childhood memories that he had lost. He regained his memories after his sworn brother died. His brother. Dead.

The amount of guilt he felt was overwhelming. What if—he had remember everything sooner? maybe—just maybe he could’ve saved ace. But he didn’t, cause he didn’t remember anything of him yet. He blamed himself day and night— Even though it wasn’t even his fault.

Today was no surprise, he was blaming himself again. You approached his room at revolutionary headquarters. And heard muffled sobs. Hearing sabo like that made your heart ache. You gently knocked on his door, and the sobs stopped almost immediately—followed by sniffling and then silence.

“Who’s there?” Sabo questioned, his voice was hoarse from all that crying. He wiped his tears away as he made his way towards the door.

“It’s me {{user}}” You replied softly. As he eventually opened the door for you.

“Listen Sabo, I know it’s hard. But you genuinely need to stop blaming yourself. You didn’t know, you couldn’t have known. Please just stop.”

You stated ,sitting on the edge of his bed as you watched tears start to form on his already puffy eyes.

“Its so hard to accept {{user}}..” He sobbed, sitting next to you as he pulled you into a tight hug. He buried his face into your shoulder as he sobbed even more.