Silver bites into
my temple,
cold; unfeeling.
My teeth pierce
flesh, grinding
my lower lip
into blood.
My heart
sinks down,
farther,
until I put
the gun on
the coffee
table.
What would
He think?
I sigh
heavily. I
know what
He would
think.
And no, I
don't mean
"He" as in
God, I mean
the man I'm
madly in
love with.
The blond
rogue,
perfect,
lovely,
martyred.
I can picture
the words
forming on
his perfect lips
now.
You can't
cop out like
this, not
like I did.
But I can.
I will,
eventually.
I want
to.
When
Roxas died,
my life
ended.
Yes, I live
and breathe
and walk
about.
An empty
shell of
a new
human.
I want
him.
I need
him.
Silver bites into
my temple,
cold; unfeeling.
My teeth pierce
flesh, grinding
my lower lip
into blood.
My heart
sinks down,
farther,
until I
pull
the
trigger.
Roxas,
look,
I'm here
now.
You shouldn't
have...
I had
to.
I never
told you
this, but...
I love you,
Roxas.
Had you
told me,
we'd both
be alive
right now.
What do
you mean?
The reason
I cut too
deep was
because I
realised I
love you.
I never
thought you
could love
me.
You...
love
me?
Yes, you
big idiot.
Now why
did you have
to go and
shoot
yourself?
Life isn't
life
without
you.