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beneath the veil
In the beginning, it hadn't been like losing himself. He wasn't drowned by Sora's presence around his own, wasn't overtaken by the stark feeling in his godforsaken heart. There wasn't any more or less.
In the beginning, it had been easy to feel a little whole. He was still there, he was still Roxas, but Sora was there now too, and the legs that walked and the arms that moved almost felt like his own. Every scrape stung fresh and burning, but day in, day out, he listened to words he didn't know escape his mouth.
It would have been alright like that, because truth be told, sitting in a corner of someone else's mind made him feel more completely like the nobody he supposedly was. During that time, the world was a vague blur that didn't seem to have much to do with him.
Roxas-
And then, through eyes not his, he saw hazy green staring back, staring through, staring endlessly at him. Never had Sora's hands felt so foreign than at that moment, when they hovered uselessly above the fading Organization member. Hesitating horribly, instead of reaching and clutching and pulling the man from blackness like Roxas was so sure they should.
He made me feel (like I had a heart.)
Never had Sora's words and Sora's mind felt so incredibly wrong. The little someone wasn't screaming, wasn't feeling anything particularly strong like Roxas was so sure he should be. And he was sure, so sure that he should be hurting he should be suffering should be dieing with every fucking piece of him.
Even more surely, he should be doing something more than sitting there like a no one would.
Never had the walls of Sora's skin felt so very much like a prison.
fin.
A/N: Just something to tide me over until I can find time to work on more important pieces. Comments are still appreciated!