[It'll be pretty late by the time she gets home, and she's wrung out from crying besides. Sanji's trip up to the orchard... Bellemere's letter is slipped into the pages of her journal, folded carefully with the words inward for privacy, and the journal is clutched to her chest.
She's slow in opening the front door, moving like time is fragile. Nami closes the door after her by leaning against it, and then she doesn't move.
Every step she takes is ending the day. It's not so bad. She cherishes it, in a weird sort of way.]
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She's slow in opening the front door, moving like time is fragile. Nami closes the door after her by leaning against it, and then she doesn't move.
Every step she takes is ending the day. It's not so bad. She cherishes it, in a weird sort of way.]