Author's Note:

A story I've been meaning to type up. I feel like there are things no one ever wants to touch upon when it comes to the difficulties of human life. Especially when we feel more lost and alone then we care to admit. I want to put this into a story that can connect to others, and Axel and Roxas fit the bill for me. Take it easy on me though, everyone. I'm a newbie. Cut me some slack and but the torches away, yeah?

DISCLAIMER:

I don't own anything except the writing style and story telling stuff. But I'm pretty sure you should already know that. -shrugs-

Here ya go, peeps. Enjoy a prologue while I work on the chapters.

PROLOGUE: The Paltry Existence

It was a shambling mess, an unrecognizable clump of colors drenched in the darkest of hues. The world in his eyes was no longer what it used to be, and his heart simply couldn't take it. The agonizing pain in his chest was so unbearably strong. How..? How could he go on living with this pain? Why would he even think to?

"It'll be alright", Hayner had said, an uncertain smile on his face, "Things like this pass with time, you know. Right now, we just want to let you know that we are all here for you." His face was creased with worry, fear shining in his eyes.

He was a liar. Everyone was. They said it would go away. But it never did. The hollow pit in his heart never filled. The sanity reducing sorrow, the incomprehensible stab of loneliness and regret that lined the very walls of his soul. Nothing ever mattered, nothing ever felt 'real' to him. Nothing. Where was the sunlight that was supposed to give him hope? Where was the silver lining he was to be waiting upon, eagerly welcoming the heavenly promise of salvation as the darkness lay at his feet? Where? It was never seen.

The sun was shining. He knew it. He could feel its burning rays on his skin. Yet it was too cold, the sky far too grey. He hated that. Hated that everyone basked in the glory of that promising light, while the shadows of his own ill-devised hell caused him to see nothing but rain.

In this world, it always rained. The skies were never alight with promise or false promises. No... It was a world made, created to traitorously remind him that he would never have a place to go. That he would never belong in that god-blessed warmth he so ferverently wished to envelope his soul, frozen in time. It wasn't fair... He felt like screaming, tearing at his flesh and screaming at all those faces down below him, shedding tears that were as unrelenting as the rain that filled his world. It hurt so, so much.

His whole life; a lie. A joke. He didn't deserve happiness, and he was an idiot to think he ever did. A pitiful scream filled his ears, his own, lined with a thickening sorrow and bitterness. Nobody in this world needed him. Nobody wanted him there. No matter where he went, he was met with the foulest of luck and treated with the deepest of hatred. He didn't want to live such a lonely life, such a painful existence. He never needed anyone before. He knew he could survive without others, he had done it for so, so long.

But then that asshole... that fucking intrusive son of a bitch had to show his face and actually give him HOPE. He felt the stirrings of warmth in his heart when that red-headed punk was around. The first real emotions of love and friendship he had ever come to know. But then... then...

Roxas let out another agonized scream, clutching at his chest. The memory of that betrayal was too great to remember. No, instead he would forget. He would destroy that memory... by permanently eradicating his existence altogether. For such an emotion as 'Love' to come to mind. He almost spat with resentment.

"It's simply lust", he spoke hoarsely into the wind, hands clasped over his heart in agony, 'Just...lust..."

But when he remembered those jade green eyes, filling the darkness around him with something powerful, his heart throbbed painfully in his chest.

"To exist without the one you love the most..."

The wind was colder near the edge.

"To live without a heart unable to mend."

He took one step forward.

"To be forgotten regardless of how desperately you tried to remain."

Another step.

"He doesn't need me anymore..."

Numbness took over, then, arms falling to his sides, empty blue eyes gazing at the distant faces on the street below. He closed his eyes, leaning forward, feeling himself fall ever so slowly off the edge, welcoming the oblivion that was soon to come... when a sudden loud yell, filled with such fear and shock echoed on the rooftop;

"ROXAS!"

END PROLOGUE

(And now the fun begins.)