The rhythmic drumming on the windows filled the emptiness within the room.
The rain was cold,
and left a chill running up Roxas' spine.
As he peered through the cold window,
all he saw was the dark blue sky almost lost in the clouds.
How he wish he could be those clouds.
Always there but but never noticed.
To be as disastrous as the hurricane,
yet as beautiful as when hovering over the sunset.
To be free from it all,
and to not feel the weight from the things you have done.
How he wish to be that cloud.
Roxas shut his blinds feeling the depression creeping,
and the room once again turn black.
Empty.
Cold.
He rested my head on my pillow, and drifted away.
As his eyelids slowly shut, the room disappeared.
His problems disappeared.
The clouds came and went, but Roxas never woke up.
he never moved,
and he never had to worry again.
Like the clouds, he drifted away,
never to return.
Like the clouds, all his worries left.
He had found peace, and who would of guessed it would be in the clouds.