The heartless felt. The heartless. How is this possible? How can I feel anything? Nobodies don't feel… do we? Can we be happy, or sad…? I think so, but I don't know. I've been sad… I think. I'm almost positive I've felt before… but it's always been strange. I can only ever feel when I'm around this one other nobody, and I don't understand anything anymore. You see, we used to be best friends, him and I, but his memories… they had to be taken. They come and go now, some more prominent than others… like the memories of me, for instance, are some of the strongest.
Roxas, that's his name, cute little blonde with big cerulean eyes that would twinkle in the odd light of twilight town. The first time I saw him after his memories were taken he walked up to me, an odd expression clouding his face and looking up at me he asked "Who are you?"
Well of course I had to respond, I mean I didn't start the conversation and they can't punish me for that.
"The name's Axel, got it memorized…?" I half whispered to him, wonder in my eyes.
"Have we met before?" Roxas whispered back, I could see he was thinking so hard on something.
"…No." I turned around and walked away.
"Wait," he called. And I did, I stopped and listened to his footsteps as they caught up to me.
"That can't be true," he said, he was still focusing so hard on his thoughts, "I know I know you."
I reached out and briefly cupped his face in my hand, before continuing to walk away.
That was the first time I had seen him in months. I went back to the organization without a word regarding it and nobody ever caught on. But it was not the first time I saw him that I almost had to shoot myself for disobeying direct orders not to speak with him and going right ahead and doing it. And that's my story, that's what I've been working up too. So listen, coz I don't like repeating myself.
It was a slow warm day in Twilight Town and I was just out on a walk when I turned the corner out of the alley and a blonde head caught my eye. I stopped; he saw me and stopped too. Neither of us breathed, and I quickly turned around. I couldn't deal with him right now… couldn't bear to see his frustration, seeing try so hard to remember but he wouldn't be able too. We stripped his memories clean off. Unfortunately some sticky residue clung on, and that's what made it even harder.
I know I heard him say something else, I didn't dare look back but I heard him say, "I just wish I didn't feel like there was something I missed."
"And I Take back all the things I said to make you feel like that. Take back all the things that I said to you" I sang as I rounded the corner.
"I'd give it all away just to have somewhere to go home to…" His voice cracked with tears on the last note.
I stopped dead in my tracks. He remembered. He had to. We always sang that song when he had his memories. Linkin park, my December. It suited us, our relationship. He was not moving any closer to me, he was still. I had to walk back; I would not allow myself to leave my Roxas in the streets – regardless of what he may have done to the organization, or what he would have done. Quickly I walked back to the surprised Roxas. He had a tear gliding down his cheek unto the corner of his lips, and a million questions in his eyes.
"You… remember?" I whispered so quietly, I almost didn't hear it myself, once I was close enough to hug him.
"I remember you."