Day 1: Prelude
The simple 'ding' of the bell on the door to a small coffee shop would cause everyone to look to see if it was someone they knew. When a certain pink-haired man sitting on a stool on the far end of the shop glanced at the door, he set his book down slowly at the blond, mulleted male in the doorway, holding a bouquet of roses that was purchased from his shop, just hours before. He watched intriguingly as he looked around the shop, freezing in his place when he saw the couple sitting in the corner, a slate-haired man who didn't look as old as he was, and a fiery orange-haired man who could've easily been on the football team in high school.
The pinkette looked to the blond, who looked absolutely crushed and furious. 'What's his name again?' The pinkette thought, trying to recall the name, but it wouldn't come to him. He watched as the blond stormed over to the table the couple mentioned were sitting at and slammed the bouquet in front of the slate-haired man, petals flying in various directions from the force. "Happy fucking anniversary, you cheating bastard!" the blond yelled, tears streaming down his face as he rushed out of the coffee shop. The pinkette made no hesitation about the blond, he needed someone, and so far as he knew, this was what caring for your customers is about, and he rushed out of the shop after him. Looking to either direction on the sidewalk and spotting the blond sobbing at a corner, waiting for the crosswalk.
"Hey, you okay there?" he asked, putting a hand on the blond's shoulder, causing him to flinch and take a step to the side before looking at him, wiping the tears from his reddening eyes. "M'fine…" he replied, looking to the concerned pinkette. "Why do you care?" he asked, still sobbing slightly.
"You came to my shop earlier, I kind of saw what went on in the shop and I couldn't help it seeing one of my customers unhappy, I was wondering if you needed to vent to someone over brownies and hot chocolate. You don't have to, but it would take a load off of my chest." The pinkette responded, "I'm Marluxia, by the way..." He smiled.
"Demyx..." he replied, smiling softly. "I really appreciate your concern, and I guess I'll take you up on that offer."
"Great."Marluxia smiled, walking with the blond to his shop. "I live upstairs from the shop, comes in handy around here." He said, referring to the crowded, but small city that they lived in. Marluxia pulled out his keys and unlocked the front door to the shop and went up the stairs in the back right corner of it, Demyx in tow behind him. The pinkette looked back before opening the door into the tremendously tidy one-bedroom apartment he lived in, white sofas in the living area, a flat screen T.V. on an entertainment center filled with movies of all sorts, and a bookshelf in the far corner. Not to mention the countless vases of flowers throughout. "You like it?" The sound of Marluxia's voice caused Demyx to jump in surprise. "Y-yeah, it's great..." he replied, slipping off his shoes and walking in, looking about the apartment. "Make yourself at home, I'm going to start the hot chocolate and brownies, I'll join you in a moment." The pinkette said, sashaying into the kitchen and pulling out various ingredients from the cupboards.
Demyx walked in and sat on the longer sofa, curling up into a ball and wrapping his arms around his knees, thoughts swimming through his head.
'Why would Zexion cheat on me like that? Was there something I did to upset him, did I displease him in some way?...' Demyx thought before burying his face onto his knees.
'Why do I always do things wrong?'