You knew he was gone forever, though you still saw him everyday. Same eyes, same hair, same smile. But he was not him, the real Roxas. This one was merely a copy with a different personality, a phony.
You couldn't help but call him by your ex-lovers name from time to time, out of your overwhelming grief, you were not certain.
"Hey! Roxas!" you chirped gleefully as you made your way over to the sandy-blonde haired turned to you with an annoyed scowl on his lips.
"I am not Roxas, [Name]. How many times have I told you that? It's Ventus."
"Ha ha! Whatever you say, Roxas."
The ocean-blue eyed boy drug his fingers through his hair in frustration, a groan escaped his lips. He's never going to get through to you, is he? Sometimes he even wondered why he still hung out with you, if you keep mistaking him for his brother.
"[Name]. I'm not him, I'm different. Why can't you accept that?"
"You say such funny things, Roxas! Of course you're yourself! Why wouldn't you be-"
"SHUT UP! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I LOVE YOU MORE THAN HE EVER DID?"
Your lips shut instantly as a silence weaved itself through the air between the two of you.
"Ven...tus..." you muttered, surprised by his outburst.
"I love you, [Name]. Just please don't compare me to him, since he left you and I never will, I promise." Ventus was on his knees with his hands combing through his sandy locks, his eyes held an emotion that was a twist of sadness, anger, and longing.
You almost felt like crying.
Instead, you knelt down beside the boy and kissed him.
"I know." you muttered with a slight smile. "I know you're Ventus."
He glanced his deep blue orbs up at yours then, slowly, he reached his hands up to cup either side of your face and brought your face closer to his again.