A/n: Have any of you ever seen the "Good morning" AkuRoku picture? It's been bugging me to find the original artist. Once upon a time, I found it on DeviantArt, but it was obviously stolen. I ask you, reader, to please tell me whom it is if you know. The picture is so beautiful that I cannot handle some kind of rip off stolen version. I want to know the artist.
Happy belated AkuRoku day.
To those that read Lygophobia, I haven't abandoned it. I'm just having troubles writing!
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and characters belong to Square Enix, Tetsuya Nomura and Disney.
"I'll be there in the morning, Rox, I promise."
His words from last night rang in my ears as I snuggled closer into my pillow, my tan, knitted blanket wrapping tighter around me. My hand snaked out of the warm cocoon, feeling the space in the bed beside me for the familiar body. Panic rose in my body when I found nothing but a freezing cold space, the indentation no longer there.
My eyes shot open and I sat up abruptly, drawing my blanket close around me as the frigid morning air from the open window enveloped my bare chest. The salt in the air was heavy in the room, and I was well aware of the silence. The only sound I could really hear was the rough churning of the ocean and the cries of the gulls outside my window.
My breath was coming in pants. I was afraid to venture outside of my room into my empty condominium… I was afraid of discovering the truth.
Did he lie? Did he really lie to me last night?
I stood, pulling the loose jeans that were barely hugging my hips higher to my waist, hastily climbing out of the warmth of my bed. I shuffled to my door, creaking it open and listening intently for any sounds whatsoever. My heart sank and a pang of some unknown feeling pulsed in my heart and I leaned against the door's frame when I heard no sound. However, a sudden clink of porcelain tapping against the counter and my face lit up. I threw my door open further, clutching the blanket on my shoulders tightly as I ran to the small kitchen in my condo.
There, in all his glory, was the love of my life, bearing his entire chest to the cold air bravely. His back was turned to me, the orange, glowing rays of sun bouncing off the pale skin there, showing the bumps that had risen on his skin. My breath hitched in my throat and I sprinted forward, crashing into him as my hands wrapped around his stomach. My blanket fluttered through the air dramatically behind me, slowly crashing down onto my shoulders once again. I nuzzled my face into his spine, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes as a wide smile broke out into my lips.
"Good morning," he whispered softly. I could hear the smile in his voice, and I choked on my response as tears streamed down on my cheeks.
It felt good to see him. It brightened my mind to feel him. It made my heart skip a beat just at the thought of when I heard him utter the words I had longed to hear from him for so long last night.
He was my best friend in every essence. However, as proven to me last night, he was willing to be more than that. My heart swelled at the thought and my heart thumped erratically in my chest as I felt his strong hands move me so my stomach was touching his, my ear pressed to the place above the pulse that matched my own. It thrummed in my ear beautifully, matching the beat that betrayed his calm demeanor.
"I told you I would be here."
"You did," I sniffed, leaning up to look the man in his eyes. The brilliant emerald irises glowed in happiness and I smiled wider. "Thank you… Thank you for not lying…"
"It was a promise," he replied, hand moving to back, the other clutching his coffee. "I don't break my promises, Roxas. You know that."
I wiped at my eyes, leaning against him once again.
"I do love you," his voice whispered in my mind, the memory fresh. "I'm not lying. I promise."