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Eight Weeks into Living


One's birth does not mark the first day of one's life. It is merely the first day of movement.

The first day of one's live is lived when one realizes that if they'd died before this day,they'd have never lived at all.

--Leena Radeke


It was August eleventh that Axel lived the first day of his life. Since childhood, he could see colors like no one else could, in places that made him seem hallucinatory, and he could taste shapes and think in numbers. When he walked in, he wasn't listening to his roommate's introductions, Hey, Axel, this is my bestie, Roxas—you in there, buddy? but staring into the explosion of silver, red, glitter, like cloud linings, like a soul, like dust in the sun, and as he drowned in his eyes, not once did he struggle to breathe.

"I like your colors," Axel blurted before he could stop himself. Demyx eyed him suspiciously. The blonde under his arm flushed and dug his fingers into the whites his arms. When his forearms were marked with crimson half moons, he replied

Thanks.

Axel, I'm ashamed. You snuck in pills and didn't even share?

"I'm not—I wasn't—it's just…"


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