Drip-
Drip-
Drop.
The sound of raindrops plopping against the window pane echoed through Axel's ears. The sound resonated in his brain, loud enough to make him go mad.
Axel never liked the rain. It reminded him of loneliness and pain, of solitary footsteps echoing faintly down a hallway, of a life lived alone and bound to end alone.
But mostly, it reminded him of Roxas. How his sapphire blue eyes were so distant and thoughtful during every rain shower.
He remembered how when it would rain, he would hold Roxas close and bury his face in the boy's golden locks.
He remembered counting the raindrops until the numbers got too high, and how sometimes, Roxas would say childish things, like, "The sky is crying," or, "God wants all the pretty flowers to grow big and bright so we can enjoy them all summer."
Axel wondered what kind of god could possibly enjoy making him feel so alone, and so small, like the tiny pitter-patter of raindrops on the roof.
He also remembered when the rain would let up, when this all-powerful God character Roxas always spoke of had decided to show mercy on the fiery redhead, Roxas would point to the blinding rays peeking through the clouds and whisper, "God is up there. I know it. Right there, in that very spot. Do you see him?" And Axel would always agree, even when he did not see a thing, because he knew it would make Roxas happy. And every time Axel said yes, Roxas would turn to the older boy and smile, smile with his eyes, the smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkly.
And so, every time the rain made Axel feel especially lonely, he would picture the small blonde with his arms wrapped around Axel's neck, peeking innocently over his shoulder, up towards the sky.
And now, Axel would always watch for the rain to let up, for God to show up and shine his light on the earth once again. And sometimes, Axel swore he could see Roxas up there with him, smiling that same crinkly-eyed smile he so loved.
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A/N: This was inspired by the rain the other day, when I walked home shivering, colder than I had ever been even in the winter. And I got to thinking just how insignificant and lonely I felt at that exact time. Other than that, I usually love the rain. Anyway, if it sucked, pretty please tell me why and maybe give me some pointers.