A/N: This proves I'm not dead anymore. I think. XD
Why was it that Roxas was the organization's thirteen? Unlucky thirteen – Like the day of black cats, spilled salt. and broken mirrors. Was our friendship just like that? A small fragile mirror destined to be broken? When Roxas was with me, we were just Roxas and Axel – not two nobodies, or two organization members, or two beings without hearts. Whenever I was with him – I swear I could feel a heart in my chest. I felt warmer than my flames and I could feel something thumping, slowly, barely, thumping. A heart makes people do crazy things, I guess.
What if Roxas hadn't been number thirteen? Would he still be beside me, my best friend? If we had existed in any other time, in any other place, would I still feel like I had a heart? Could we have annoyed Zexion and played sitar with Demyx and done all of the the things best friends do? Could we have sat there, on that clock tower and eaten sea-salt ice cream and have been happy for our whole entire non-existent life?
I wonder if he's got some luck now, and if he's happy, as I watch him eat sea salt ice cream with his new friends. He smiles, and he looks happy. Smiling and laughing and playing – like what we used to do. Together.
I don't think I ever knew how to be happy. I remember some about my previous life – mostly blurry and dark and I can't see much – but there's sadness and fear and….darkness I was – yes, was happy once. And that was when I was with Roxas. He was everything – my strength, my hopes, my dreams, my friend….
My good luck charm.