he was the rain in a city of paper skyscrapers. he ruined everything, but she loved him all the same.
tomorrow
r o x e t t e
she could feel him sometimes. when the day was warm and sticky and she and hayner and pence all sat atop the station tower with sticks of melting ice cream in their hands, she could swear that he was there, too, sitting right beside her, watching the sunset and savoring the taste of another summer's day over and done with.
it hurt. a lot.
olette didn't know that she ever really missed him that much. olette didn't know why she even missed him, seeing as she'd never really met him.
she thinks that she was never supposed to know he existed, because sora never told her or the others about him, but when he and donald and goofy came to visit, her stomach would twist and a lump would rise in her throat and she'd have to excuse herself before she burst into tears. just because sora felt so much like him and it was agonizing trying to pretend like she'd forgotten all about roxas.
roxas…
it took her three days to remember her name, and she thought maybe this was what kairi went through all those long, lonely months she had to live without her riku and sora. only this time, there would be no happy endings. there would be no princesses finding their true love or teenage boys wading up the beach to meet the girl they loved.
just a half of a keyblader that wont be coming back to his girl in the city.
because she had been too late for him.
11 september 2008, 2.43 pm
n o t e ;; oh, em gee. what the hell am i writing about? i think i need to stop writing roxettes… haha. AND WHY CANT I STOP WRITING FICS WITH LESS THAN 500 WORDS?? /is angry/ …