I had no idea this was going to happen. I seriously had no idea this was going to happen.

So I'm driving on the freeway, right, trying to get home. Just a normal day, just a normal evening, trying to get home from work. My cell rings. I look down at the screen. It's Roxas. My Roxy, calling to make sure I'm coming home, calling to ask what I want for dinner.

We lived together, you know. More than roommates, more than brothers. More like lovers. More like husband and wife, except neither of us was willing to don the bridal dress. More like two men that decided to elope.

But you'll notice that the word 'live' is written in the past tense. Because we don't live with each other anymore.

And I miss that.

I miss coming home to his smile, to the scent of his cologne. I miss coming home and hugging him around the waist while he made dinner. I miss coming home and kissing him. I miss everything about him.

But, most of all, I miss the memories we made.

The pictures we took with his Nikon digital camera. Us at the park. Us at the beach. Us at the zoo. Us everywhere. Put it on self-timer, and just let the camera take pictures of whatever it wants to take. We took the pictures without seeing, without knowing what it would take a picture of. But we knew we would be in it. All that really mattered was that.

And in the few seconds it took me to look down at the screen of my cell in the cup holder of my Mustang, another car decides to cut me off. And I hit it.

Surprisingly enough, my body wasn't actually all that damaged. But you know. A piece of glass right through your main arteries tends to stop your heart real quick. By the time Roxy got there, I was already gone.

I died with my eyes open. And yet, it didn't even feel like I was dead. I watched Roxas cry over me, I watched the flashing lights of the ambulance, I watched the doctors at the hospital pronounce me dead on the spot. I watched the coroner as he determined the cause of death, and I watched Roxas. Always and always there was Roxas, in my sight. I wanted to open my mouth, to shout at them, "Hey, I'm not dead, okay? I can see you! I can SEE YOU!"

At my funeral, in my coffin, Roxas asked that they not close my eyes, because he loved looking at them and he wanted them to be open when I went underground. They honored his request, of course. And then I saw blue sky instead of the ceiling of the funeral parlor. I saw Roxas's face looking in on me one last time, saw him kiss me. I saw the glass close over me, and I saw his tears. I saw walls of earth rising up above me, and then I watched as the grave diggers piled dirt on top of my coffin.

I saw it all.

And then there I was. Six fucking feet under. With nothing but memories. Memories...and sight.