A/N: Okay. I was feeling seriously angst-y when I wrote this. Please don't be mad. I was inspired by a picture in an AkuRoku video on youtube. I forget which one, but the picture that I'm talking about has Roxas leaning against Axel watching tv with his eyes closed. Thanks to PenNameIsZipper for being my beta reader for this. Later, taters!
His lifeless body now lay beside me. Why did he have to do this? What made him so desperate, so... empty... that he had to resort to this? And why did he have to tell me? Maybe it was to ease his own passing. Maybe it was to ease the shock for me. His head rested on my chest, right below my head. My arm rested around his shoulder as if this was an average movie night that we had once or twice a week. We lived close enough together that we would do this often.
I slipped another arm around him, lacing my warm fingers in his now forever cold ones. I pulled him close. Why did he have to do this? Why couldn't he just talk it out with me? Tears flowed freely from my eyes, onto his silken blonde hair and flowed from his hair to his scalp, and ran down his face. It looked like he was also crying.
"Roxas... what made you do this?" I asked to this lifeless vessel. "Was it something I did? Was it something that I didn't do? Why didn't you tell me? I was always here for you, Roxie, and I'll always will be... you know that..." I hugged the form closer to me, trying with all my might to try to reverse the fact that he swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills and half a bottle of pain killers. His face rolled up to face mine. He looked so peaceful. "Roxie..."
Brushing a few blonde locks of hair from his face, I reached into my pocket to pull out what I had gotten when he had first come over. Looking at the bottle, and looking back at my baby, I unscrewed the childproof cap and tapped all of the medication into my mouth. I reached for my water that sat on the coffee table in front of me, but only then did I realize that I had given it to Roxas earlier. Replacing the empty bottle, I leaned back into the couch, hugging my love. I painfully swallowed the load, the pills clinging to the walls of my throat.
"Don't worry, Roxas... I'm coming for you," I whispered as I slipped into the unnatural sleep caused by the pills as a late night rerun episode of Dr. Phil played on my small 15' television.