He sat on the window sill, legs pulled to his chest. Empty eyes, searching the sky. The guilt was slowly tearing him apart.
For hours he sat, unmoving, just watching. The windows thrown open, his eyes slipping shut in the cool breeze, but only momentarily.
He couldn't sleep, wouldn't allow himself to. He was waiting.
Besides, he was nothing, how could nothing need sleep? Why should he succumb to such a humane need?
He willed himself to stay sitting, pulling his legs closer, positioning himself to be more uncomfortable. He suppressed a shiver.
Closing his eyes again to the dreams invading his mind.
He refused to call them memories. Memories were false, memories lied. People could be fooled into believing things that never happened did.
He shook his head, covering his eyes with his hands. A flash of red, blurs of black, masses of silver.
He almost cried out. He wasn't there, he hadn't seen it. His mind was lying. Tricking him.
He would appear any moment now, course he would. He'd been searching for him since his pleas to stay were ignored. Why would he abandon him now? He couldn't.
He had his past back. 'memories' of the organisation. His true identity had been revealed to him after rejoining with his other. He now knew what he has been told back in Twilight Town was true, he was his best friend, and more.
He was still void of all emotion. He could still feel nothing.
He pulled his hands from his eyes. again staring into the sky. He wouldn't stop waiting.
He saw a flash in the sky. A shooting star.
He wanted to wish.
He would have, were it not for the belief that nothing could not wish for nothing.
He was useless.
He looked at the fading blur in the sky.
And wished for the only thing ever on his mind.
The sky flashed white.
Roxas felt himself pulled from the window.
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Its amazingly short.
Its not complete.
Its not perfect.
But watch this space! XD
I have good ideas for this one..