I had been perfectly content with lying in bed all alone with my bag of dark chocolate. But no, Roxas just had to come and ruin everything. He was the reason I was upset in the first place. But he obviously didn't know that and I didn't want him to know that. He didn't need to know.

He thought differently, though.

"What's wrong with you?" he questioned me.

I only shrugged. "A lot of things."

"I'm serious, Axel."

"So am I."

"You're not funny."

I sighed now, sitting up. "Everything is fine," I lied.

He saw right through that. "Bullshit. Who did this to you? Where can I find him? I'm gonna beat the shit out of him for making you feel this way."

"You can't do that," I denied.

"Of course I can. You very well know that I'm a hell of a lot stronger than I look."

I shook my head. "That's not what I mean."

"Axel, I'm obviously gonna beat this guy's ass."

"Stop it, Roxas."

"Why? You're my best friend and I don't like seeing you this way."

"And you think I like feeling this way?" My voice had risen a little when I made that reply. Not that I had meant for it to rise; it just did. I sighed again. "Listen Roxas, this is just something you don't have to worry about."

"You can't tell me not to worry," he said back. "Just tell me who the guy is."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you can't do anything."

"You don't know that."

"Yes I do."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do," I echoed.

"No—"

"Yes, Roxas!" I screamed, jumping to my feet. "You can't do anything because I feel this way because of you!" I finally admitted. "I like you, but I know you don't like me back! And it's stupid for me to be upset over this because I've always known that you would never like me as more than just a friend! And you can't do anything about it because I'm pretty damn sure that you can't kick your own ass!"

And now the blonde was just standing there with wide blue eyes. I had obviously left him speechless and now things would probably never be the same between us. That was why I never wanted him to know the truth in the first place. But at that moment, I just wasn't able to hold it in any longer. Thus, I exploded. And now I had to deal with the consequences.

"How can you like me?" Roxas spoke up at last.

"How can I not?" I asked in reply. "But it doesn't matter; you like someone else after all."

"Axel—"

"No," I cut him off. "I've always known that I wouldn't stand a chance with you."

"Why didn't you tell me this in the first place?"

"Why do you think, Roxas? I didn't want things to become awkward between us."

"But Axel…" he trailed off with a sigh. "I just wish you had told me under different circumstances."

"What does it matter?" I exclaimed. "Even if I had told you in a calm manner or whatever, nothing would change. You don't like me either way, right?" I confirmed. He didn't say anything. "Right?" I repeated heatedly.

"Maybe I should go now," he replied softly.

"That's probably best," I agreed. "Go be with the person you actually like because we both know it's not me and it never will be."

"Hey, Ax—"

"Bye Roxas," I cut him off again, falling back onto my bed, facing away from him.

The next thing I heard was my bedroom door opening and closing. A minute or so later I heard a car drive away. He was gone. Roxas was gone. He found out the truth and I was left alone, just like I expected.

Just like I've always known.