Roxas' stomach had always been ticklish. Before he left I used to taunt him for it. He would always protest to me actually touching him… I never listened. But he didn't seem to mind. His laugh was so adorable and genuine…sometimes I wondered if I was actually capable of such laughter…
I was once…no, not in my somebody's life….when I was with Roxas…I only laughed like that one time….It was a sunny day that we had off. We went to the beach that day. I couldn't resist tickling that lovely bare stomach of his. Immediately he started laughing. It was so adorable that I couldn't stand it. I laughed.
But he scrambled away from me and stood up. He said that he wanted to swim. He knew I didn't like water much. I couldn't help smiling at his adorable flushed face as he told me. As he walked to the water, he stepped in a hole someone else had dug. I laughed again, a little harder that time. He yelled at me and told me it wasn't funny. I thought it was.
I thought he'd never leave…But like almost everything else, I thought wrong. He slipped through my fingers before I could snap them shut and hold him forever. I'm desperate to find out what made him leave. I thought he was the only thing I had control over that liked me in return…
So, here I lay, the same blue eyes hovering over me. But they aren't his eyes. There's a different face framing them. One with tawny hair instead of blonde. But I could still see little hints of him there. The concern brimming in his eyes. That was his concern. Not the boy looking at me now. There were many similarities between the two, but little differences that only I could see.
I missed my Roxas…so I died to get him back.