Roxas stretched out lazily, yawning as he settled into his couch to watch the soccer. A loud, obnoxious ringtone blasted out from the coffee table, and Roxas groaned. He got up and picked up the phone, pressing the accept button.
"Hello?" He asked, letting annoyance seep into his tone.
"Roxas, Namine called me." Sora said, cutting straight to his point. He sounded serious and solemn, so unlike his usual self. Roxas chose to ignore his tone.
"What did she say?" He asked, letting tone of false boredom play through his melodic voice. As soon as her name was mentioned, his heart sped up, settling into a frantic and fast rhythm. Namine.
"She's gone somewhere. I don't know where, she refused to tell me." He said, his voice taking on a worried tone. Roxa's ears perked up. Another one unusual for Sora. His heart skidded to a halt painfully.
"She's…gone?" He whispered, broken and afraid. A sharp, well placed slit opened on Roxas heart, his heart flooding his chest with poison, melting and exterminating all his inner organs as it pulsed painfully in his chest. His ocean blue eyes turned a dark shade of indigo, welling with tears as they spilled down his unscarred flesh.
"Yes. She said she left a note for you in her apartment, to explain. I don't know what that means." Sora said quietly, still sad this one of his best friends may or may not have already left for where she was going. Kairi would miss her like hell.
Roxas could not move his hand. His breathing came in retched, broken sobs as he dropped the phone and ran out of his apartment, forgetting to lock the door. He ran through 10 blocks in the poring rain, his clothes clinging tightly around his built torso. Every step he took whispered a name. Namine, Namine, Namine. He broke into a sprint as he rounded the last corner. All he could hear was the deep thud of his heart as he raced against time, trying to get to her and note before she disappeared forever.
The sky was black and dark, no stars were out. The rain came down in violent, pulsating sheets, pounding down on his head, making his sandy blonde spikes stick to his pale face. He fought back tears at the thought of never seeing the girl in the white dress again: she was his best friend and his first love. His love for her could no longer deny as the pure fear of her complete absence from his life struck his torn heart. The last three months without seeing her were bad enough…. He reached the apartment block, tall and daunting against the black night sky. He immediately flung open the door as he pelted up the stairs. Apartment 3b, Apartment 3b he repeated over in his head, making sure that he actually remembered.
He finally reached the tattered and moulding door, cringing slightly as he remembered what it used to look like. He lifted his arm and prodded the door slightly, it swung open silently. He looked around for somebody, but there was nobody there. Puzzled, and still grieving for his love, he walked into the apartment where he proceeded to look for the note she supposedly left for him. He pulled up mouldy sofa cushions, laid down on the dirty floor and scanned for it. Nothing.
"Where is it?!" He screamed, his anger making his tears flow more fluidly as he lost control of his emotions. He stomped angrily to Namine's bedroom door, throwing it open, enjoying the loud bang that echoed when it hit the hollow wall. He chuckled darkly to himself, raising his eyes from the door to look around. His mouth dropped open, his dark eyes wide. On the walls, there were pictures. Of him. They all looked exactly like him. He moved his head back and forth, simply admiring the skill in which he had been drawn with. All of the pictures were in perfect condition- as if they were the only thing she had attempted to preserve. Tears welled once again when his eyes landed on her tainted white bedside table.
There was the note, laid open neatly with no creases. Very Namine, he added as an afterthought in his mind. He hurried over to it, reaching to pick it up when something else caught his eye. There were dark red splats on the table, each one a different shape and size. They formed a scatty, dry puddle.
Blood. He thought to himself, terrified at the thought of someone hurting her.
Or her hurting herself, his brain added cruelly. He traced his pale fingers over the shape, skimming his fingers across the stained table. He felt the tears run down his nose, dropping in and mixing in with the blood. Her blood. Something else caught his eye, a rectangular object that was flat and lay on the dresser.
It was a picture of them as children. The young Roxas had his arm around a blushing and small Namine, ducking into his side to avoid the camera. Roxas was grinning, holding her to him tightly. He could see the happiness in his younger, line-free face. He chuckled slightly, sniffing as he raised a hand to pick it up. Everything was so simple then. He clutched the photograph to his chest, letting out a broken whimper as he turned his attention to the note.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and picked the letter up with shaky hands, praying to god that what he was about to read was not a suicide note.
Roxas.
There are so many things I would like to say to you. But I just can't find the words. You were my best friend and I……I fell for you. Then you pulled it all out from under me; tarnished any hope of me ever recovering. I want to say I hate you, but I just can't bring myself too say those words. It's funny huh? How those simple three words could bring about the end of somebody's existence? I'm just a shadow of what I used to be, an empty shell without you.
I know that im not good enough. I couldn't do it by myself, and now you're gone. I have no-one to turn too. My heart is torn- grieving for a love it never realised was not shared. But how could it be? Life isn't like that. We are all born with one single purpose; to die. Each second I get closer, and I'm nearly out of time.
You were my best friend- my heart and soul, my better half. Every smile, every laugh, every breath was for you. And now you're gone, a piece of me is disappeared with you. It's like a huge chunk of my heart is missing- just leaking blood into my damaged chest.
Im not sure how I feel. I'm not sure I can even feel anymore. Sadness and anger have been the only emotions I can feel for those fatal 3 months. And so, when I draw my last breath tonight, I will only think of you. I promise. You didn't even say goodbye when you left. We haven't even talked for months. I miss you so bad.
Don't come after me.
I love you. I never told you.
Namine.
He held the letter in front of his eyes, refusing to believe that a few minutes ago her hand had traced across this page. She could die tonight.
His hands went dead, the note fluttering to the dressing table, where it landed in the pool of dry blood.
*Namine's POV*
I sat by the fountain where I and Roxas first met, the pitch black of night caressing my cold and deadened body. I'm not scared yet. All I know is that I want to go. To not exist. Nobody would miss me anyway. My life is a living hell, pushing me just that little bit further into the pit of flames.
I raised the sharp, shining razorblade, imagining what it would look like when it was tainted with my blood. I felt a sick surge of pleasure course through my body as I imagined the possibilities. We humans are such fragile little creatures- pitiful and over-flowing with emotions. Me being the most stupid and insignificant of all.
I bared my pale, delicate wrist, raising the blade and striking fast, simple and efficiently. I would not cry yet. The pain of my wound pulsed through my arm, only increasing my narcissistic pleasure as I felt my blood spill onto my arm.
"Hmmmmmmm." I moaned, slicing it again. I watched the blood trickle down my arm, mingling with my tears. This is for you, Roxas……. My arm tingled and went limp, the blood pooling up on the dark fountain edge. I lay down, wrapping my arms around myself as I waited for death to come and take me. The lamp was directly above me, shining light on my body. My wrists leaked blood onto my white dress, and I was suddenly very aware of the thud of my pulse. It got slower and slower as the light above me contorted into fuzzy shapes. I touched my lips absentmindedly, thinking of my last words.
"I love you, Roxas Skye" I sighed dreamily, waiting for my eternal sleep to come and take me away.
*Roxas POV*
I ran through the park gates, looking for her frantically before she did something stupid. I figured she'd be at the fountain, were we first met. I ran as fast as I could, my heart pounding violently in my ears. What if I don't make it? More tears rapidly stung my cheeks, the cold air rushing past as it slapped my face.
I saw the fountain ahead, but no sign of Namine. I skidded to a halt a few meters away, my breath catching in my throat as I saw her. She was laid directly under a street lamp, her white dress stained with a dark red liquid. Blood. Her platinum blonde hair flowed out around her head, glowing in the light like a halo. My dead legs stumbled forward, my heart retracting and twisting painfully.
"No!" I shouted, slipping my strong arms around her body, shaking her to get her to wake up. The tears fell in torrents from my eyes, the grief racking my body as my lungs caved in; my grief uncontrollable.
"NAMINE!" I shouted, looking at her slack face, her eyes closed. Her body stirred under mine, and my breathing hitched in my throat. I felt around for her wrist, picking it up and looking at it. It had multiple cuts on it, all clean and precise. I pressed my fingers frantically to her wrist, searching for any sign of a pulse. A faint whisper caressed my fingers. Her heart was still beating, but barely. I ripped the bottom of my shirt off, tying it tightly around her self inflicted injuries to stop the bleeding. My tears splatted onto her dress, mixing with the wet, dark blood. I picked up my mobile phone with shaky hands, calling 911; mumbling to the operator where I was and what I needed.
"Roxas?" she murmured, her voice faint and broken. My head shot up, my eyes wide with surprise. She was conscious? She opened her ocean blue orbs, staring at me with a look of surprise in her wide innocent eyes. My heart stopped as I looked into her eyes; she was awake but only just. I ended my call as soon as the person said they were coming.
"Namine." I whispered, more of my tears cascading down, hitting the white, glowing and unscarred flesh of her beautiful face. I lifted my blood stained hand and cradled her face in my hand. She sighed dreamily, moving her face into my hand as I cupped her cheek.
"So this is heaven……" She murmured, her innocent and childlike voice striking my torn heart.
"You're not dead. I won't ever let you get away from me" I growled fiercely, wrapping an arm around her waist as I moved closer to her. More tears fell down my face as I buried my face into her hair.
"How could you ever think of leaving me? I love you, more than anything. I just didn't know what I wanted anymore. I'm so sorry" I whispered, inhaling her vanilla scent as it washed over me in soothing waves. She shifted slightly, sighing at her own weakness.
"Look at me" She murmured weakly, trying to lift her arm to pull my chin up, but failing. I caught her falling arm gently, lifting myself up to look into her eyes as I stroked her face.
"I love you" I said, my eyes burning and pricking with tears as I lowered my lips to hers. I captured her lips in one swift movement- they were cold and soft. She kissed back, finding strength as she clutched at my chest with her hands, pulling me further into her. I could feel the steady pace of her breathing- she was holding on for me. I clutched at her head with my hands, caressing her cheeks as our lips moved in a passionate dance. She moaned softly into my mouth as I slipped my tongue in, the fire of passion consuming me entirely as her sweet honey-due flavour filled my trembling cavern. Her touch made me fly- as if I had been in pain without realising it and the soft caress of her lips took it all away. Her lips became less and less urgent against mine.
She pulled back at the same time as me, panting weakly as she tried to speak.
"I love you too" She said, closing her eyes once again as we heard the sirens outside the park.
"Namine?" I whispered, stroking her hair lightly as my body shook against hers. Her arms around me fell slack, her body getting colder as her breaths became less and less frequent. Panic struck my body as my version of reality contorted and stabbed at me.
"NO! NO!" I screamed, my tears rushing down my face in a cascade of torment as I cupped her peaceful face in my hands.
"YOU ARENT LEAVING ME!" I sobbed, shaking her small body as my final resolution settled in.
"You….. I love you….." I whispered, burying my face into her still chest. My heart splintered, the shards ripping through my body as a violent pain consumed me. The waves collided around me, the darkness closing in as I sobbed on my angel's chest. My tears fell form my eyes unstoppably. I feel so helpless.
"No" I sobbed into her as I moved up to press my lips against hers again. They were ice-cold, no longer pink; they were a bloodless white. I didn't hear the frantic rush of feet coming towards us, all I could think about was that I'd lost her. I sobbed uncontrollably into her chest, clutching at her pallid face, seeking her comfort. I would never hear her voice again, never see her laugh or kiss me or tell me she loves me……. My head spun as I felt soft and gentle hands pull me away from her corpse, my sobbing carrying on as the cold night air hit me in waves of pain.
"NO!" I screamed angrily, pushing the paramedics out of my way as I moved back to her body, attempting to hold her again. They restrained me, their mouths opening as they spoke words I couldn't hear. I slumped to the ground, burying my face into my hands as I sobbed. The rain had stopped.
My head was throbbing as I cried; I could feel my mind slowly slipping away from me. I kept on crying, picturing my innocent angels face as I fell into unconsciousness.
Namine.
Oh no, I've done it again! I'm so mean to Roxy&Nami XD
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