Roxas is here. Or so everyone thinks.
"Are you here?' Axel asks. They're at graduation.
"Yeah." Roxas says but doesn't think. His brain is emptier than his heart.
"Are you hung over?" It isn't a question, Roxas thinks and answers anyway.
"No." It's a lie and everyone knows it.
"Let's go home and skip this, Roxas." Roxas wishes that Axel didn't think so much.
"Your home?" He asks, because he's too lazy to make the correction and change it to house.
"No. Our's."
Right.
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Axel is kissing Roxas now. Carpet is giving Axel's back a rug burn.
"I…" Axel starts, breathless.
"Don't say it." Roxas wants him to.
"I won't." Axel has all but given up on him.
Roxas doesn't say anything else.
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"You're too cold, Roxas." Axel would laugh if it wasn't so funny.
"Just like the old days."
"Smile for me?"
Roxas frowns. "Never."
Just like the old days.
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"If I wasn't-"
"-things would be different." Roxas says, dully.
They're finishing each other's sentences now.
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It's a Sunday afternoon.
"I'm tired, Roxas. Of everything." Roxas can relate, but he doesn't say so.
"So leave." He doesn't really want it.
Axel does.
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Roxas doesn't like Sundays.
Church is on Sundays. He thinks that church is like a virus that infects everyone.
Roxas doesn't go to church. But he still hates Sundays.
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Erm... my first Kh fic. If it doesn't make sense, that's okay because that's what I intended.
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hope for a single review.