I'm not you.
Black cloaks and deadly weapons and sharp elements and cruel laughter and fake hatred and deep longing and hollow pain and blank emotion and keys and blades and beating hearts, hearts, hearts. I want a heart, I need a heart, and if I have a heart, I'll be complete, and I'll be somebody at last, and I can finally be who I long to be.
But I'm not you.
I can't exist while you do and no matter how much I want a heart I'll never have one. I'll never live on an island like you and I'll never have two best friends like you. The blonde girl won't take my cold hand in hers like she does to you and the red haired boy is incapable of being a brother to me like he is to you.
I'm just not you.
Soraroxas.
Roxassora.
Soroxas.
Roxasora.
soroxasoroxasoroxas.
I'm just not you.