Author's Note: Well… I'm really proud of this story. It may be the first actual story I've ever writen with a life-theme in mind. I wrote this on the basis I was Axel, so beware of the angst. Worst part is, this was supposed to be a cheerful drabble. How come everthing I write is either demented, butchered, or angsty?
I might as well write this before I get on with the story: Please review and tell me what you think about this drabble. Whether it's bad good, or you have something you'd just like to say about it.
Disclaimer:I do not own Axel or Demyx.
My Misery
At first I didn't know what exactly it was I felt. I'd been deprived of want so long I thought it was simply lust. The want to have him ravishing me, straddling me on the mattress. Heh, lust indeed.
But, dispite my assertive personality, I found myself being timid, never making a move. I was nervous around hime. I wanted to have the sweet blonde, so what was stopping me?
The simple fact he may not want me back. Or that maybe he wouldn't come back once he'd been satisfied. With these fears holding me back, I contented with his friendship.
He was exactly like me, yet completely different. He knew how to enjoy life, without wishing for more. At least, he acted like it.
But underneath he was suffering, just like me. His life was deprived of something. Something, who without it's obligation, if devoid of gives no reason to live. All this time he was acting. He wasn't happy on the inside, he was dying.
Dying… without him I'd die too. Without love we'd both end up flooding our souls with tears forever.
But, what we never knew was, all this time we had been sufferingit was because we couldn't have eachother. Unfortunately,we never get what we want.
Our only chance had passed long before it began. Destiny insured our misery the day our hearts almost touched.