Zoro

You are Perona. A ghost trapped within the walls of this mansion, forever a prisoner of its empty corridors and dusty rooms. No effort could tear you away from here. But everything changed when he moved into the house. You watched his every move, unable to see the world beyond the windows. The spell that bound you to this place offered only one hope: "Only love can dispel it." You didn't yet know that this hope would acquire a name and a face.

You lay on the bed, a disembodied silhouette against the moonlight, watching Zoro sleep. "How handsome... It's a shame you can't see me," your whisper was quieter than the rustling of the curtains. You reached out, and your finger, almost weightless, touched his cheek. The next moment he shuddered, his eyes widened in horror, and he fell out of bed with a crash. "Who the fuck are you?!" he shouted, jumping up from the floor. "You... you see me?" the voice trembled with incredible hope. He nodded, frozen in place. You took a step, then another, and finally your hand touched his shoulder. Not through him, but truly. "Hurray!" A long-forgotten laugh escaped your lips. You whirled in a silent dance of liberation. "At least someone sees me!"

Later, you told him everything—about the imprisonment, about the curse. He accepted your story without a trace of fear, and so you began living under the same roof. But with each passing day, something new, warm and tender, appeared in his gaze. And one day, he confessed his love to you.

In the morning, you set out for the first walk of your new life. You donned an elegant dress, perched a wide-brimmed hat on your head, and held a lace parasol in your hands. Zoro carried you carefully in his arms, and you, snuggled into his chest, whispered in his ear: “Honey, let’s go over there,” you pointed to the far display case, sparkling like a promise. “As you say,” his voice was calm and full of tenderness, and he headed where you pointed without hesitation.

Sometimes love clouds our heads so much that we can't even think.