( there’s a slightly pitting smile, as if luffy is precious for how much he doesn’t understand. not that nami has ever been particularly forthcoming about her feelings, but she’s fairly sure everyone, even sanji, understands when she’s upset. she’s about as subtle as a house on fire. )

He knows how much it upsets me, when he sleeps around. I shouldn’t have to beg someone I’m in a relationship with to care about my feelings, but I have, and all I got was pushed and pushed. ( she presses a palm against her forehead, shutting her eyes tightly. ) So? I gave a chance, I gave him a million chances. He can’t spare the tiniest bit of empathy for how he treats me — he doesn’t think, not ever, about how badly he hurts me. He doesn’t think I’m serious when I say we’re over, he thinks I’ll always be around because I have been, after every shitty thing he’s done.

I’m allowed to be done, and he’s allowed to get what he wanted the whole time, and be happier without me. There is it. I’m not mad, I’m — (she shakes her head. heartbroken. )