Demyx's POV
I suppose without someone to love there really is no point to existence. But then why are we here? They say I can't hope, can't think or feel or wish. I most certainly cannot love. But then why? Why? Why do I torment myself with lies? Why do I do this?
Why would we hurt ourselves like this if it is all in vain?
I cannot love, or so they say. I can love Nobody. I love Nobody.
He was perfect, true. Not like the rest of us sorry souls. He was real. He had an other. He lived.
And he was loved.
When he walked away, I didn't want to believe.
Why? Roxas. Why?!
How could you just leave me to die like the rest of them? Is this really what you feel I deserved? And when it's all over, will you feel anything at all?