3/12/08
There was nothing left.
Take my hand, on this journey to never.
Maybe there had never been anything to begin with. He didn't exactly know anymore. Maybe it had all been in his head.
We'll fly away, just you and me.
He'd been forgotten. They'd been forgotten. Now days, they were simply a voice in the back of an unstable mind, all that was left of a past that was dying to be remembered.
These ties, we need to sever.
Maybe it was what he deserved. Trials and tribulations were over. Uncertainty and desperation had become feelings that no longer held any value. He didn't need a souvenir. He had everything he'd ever been looking for.
Come with me now, we can be free.
They weren't needed anymore, he understood that. It didn't make the dull ache go away, no matter how many times he told himself that. It didn't stop the pressure behind his eyes and the empty feeling that held his body captive.
Don't be afraid, I'm here.
He had a hole in his heart. One only he, a discarded remnant, could fill. It was there, and the longer he put off what he had to do, the bigger it got. Only the act of letting go could help heal that ever-growing wound. He was reluctant to do so, even though he died a little bit more, each time he thought about it.
We can do this, if we do it together.
Leaving had always been on his mind, ever since they'd first done it. That hadn't gone exactly the way it was supposed to, but maybe that was the way it had to be. Trial and error, only this time it would go the right way.
Don't be scared, there's nothing to fear.
He was down right terrified.
I'm right beside you.
He still felt alone.
It's time.
He didn't want to do it.
Let's go.
He momentarily tightened his grip on his mind. Imagined hands reached out and gently pried him away. Instinct told him to fight the intrusion. He didn't.
We need let them go now.
He understood that. It didn't make things any easier.
Close your eyes, take a breath.
The hand was still in his and he squeezed it tightly, the only comfort in all of this. It squeezed back. He saw a light forming in front of them, admired it for a moment, and then did as he was told. He closed his eyes slowly, and let out a breath, relaxing his nerves. He could do this.
Don't worry, everything will be alright soon.
He could feel a vague panic coming from him, but didn't worry about it. He'd understand soon enough.
Now let go.
A bright flash of light, a wondrous flood of feelings, and then… nothing, yet... everything.
"Roxas? Roxas? Roxas!"
Sanity is fragile, and so are you.
Supposed to be vague, but in case you're wondering, they merged. Thanks for reading!
-Slaughter