Hello.
Goodbye.
Words, lost in the time it took for us to care for each other.
Zexion, the silver haired boy, whom I deeply fell in love with; I wasn't normal, but if I were, I wouldn't be me.
I'm Demyx, the boy that doesn't really give a damn, what people think of him.
I like music, mullets, and everything rock. I also, happen to like the boy that is quiet and hides in the shadows while people run around, screaming in fear. He hides that fear of his, but he doesn't realizes, just how much the mysteries he has, attracts me to him.
I want to tell you a story, a story of a boy that fell for another boy. That became protective, and showed it damn well.