It's been two years since my twin went missing.
Roxas had always been happy. Or at least he always looked like he was happy. He would mask his pain behind a smile so people wouldn't worry about him. For a while when we were younger, it wasn't such a big deal. He just didn't want people to notice that he was upset at not getting the last of the ice cream, or for losing the softball game, or even for just getting a scrape on his knee. But as we got older, it progressed to him hiding things like being bullied by some older kids. Once he even tried to hide a broken arm so we wouldn't have to take him to the emergency room since he knew our family didn't have much money. When Mom died during our freshman year of high school, he stopped pretending to smile and, instead, started reacting to stuff and trying to comfort me. We grew closer during that year than we had ever been before and even started to cope.
The year after, he came out of the closet and I followed shortly after. Our father kicked us out of the house and we moved in with our cousin Cloud and his boyfriend. I meet my current boyfriend, Riku; Roxas didn't find anyone. Over time, his smiling mask returned, and, though we were no less close, we relied on each other less.
During our junior year, he ran away. There was no fanfare, no deeply personal message conveying the utter solitude he was feeling, just a simple note thumb-tacked to his bedroom door: "Gone to find someplace new. I'm sorry."
I had known he was restless, but I had always assumed Roxas would include me in his plans. I had never even considered that he would leave me alone. Never thought... never thought that he would abandon me. I knew I wasn't alone, I still had Riku, still had Cloud. But the loss of your only brother, of your twin is not something you can just get over.
I was devastated.
It's been two years since I lost half of myself.
AN: This will be a multichapter drabble fic. Nothing too big, just a fun little thing.