Hi everyone! For those reading my other two stories, promise this hasn't taken me completely away from them! I will be back to them! This is my first short one shot, this short anyways and the only one that follows under angst, I guess. Please read!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts.

He wished as he sat there that he didn't care. That they were right. That he didn't have a heart. That he really couldn't feel.

But they were wrong and life was funny, ignoring his wishes.

He could feel. He could feel his heart, the one they said his kind didn't have, twist and strain and threaten to break.

Here he was, returned to darkness, the only fact they seemed to have right. Here he was, sitting by the shore, watching the two teenagers.

The two teenagers whom he had loved. The baby blue eyed boy held somewhere deep inside of him his first love. Somewhere. Somewhere beyond those eyes were the eyes he had loved. Somewhere. He could still see him. He could still see the boy he loved. A reflection. A pale glimpse.

The two boys.

Beside the pale reflection of his first love sat his second. The pale boy. The silver headed boy. The shadow angel.

The two Keybladers.

He flinched at the thought. Keybladers. Keyblade. The ugly word that made him seperate from them. Keyblade. He couldn't go with them when they left here. He was stuck. It took the light and strength of a Keyblade to go.

He was stuck.

Stuck here, incomplete, without either of his loves. Not the boy who had roamed The World that Never Was with him, not the shadow angel, whom he had spent nights together with, learning to love again.

Why'd he fall in love with the Keybladers?

"We'll be the darkness."

He thought he'd die when he heard that. If only you both could, my loves, he thought, tears close now, if only you could.

-That's not true, I would-

He hated himself for not saying that louder, not screaming at the little prankster whom he loved. He hated himself for not running after him. For not pulling him back.

-That's not true, I would-

He hated himself for not stopping him, for not saying what he felt. He hated himself for not learning from the lost of his prankster. He hated himself for not telling the shadow angel.

They were standing, walking away. He ached to help his shadow angel along, to be the one to support him. He ached to be the one who could look up and look into those baby blue eyes, and see the pale reflection of the prankster underneath.

He ached for them both.

The prankster and shadow angel alike.

And they were gone.

Prankster and shadow angel alike.

"I wish I was the one, the one who won't care at all."

So, what do you think? I haven't written one like that before, so any feed back is awesome! Make a writer's day, review! And thanks to those that have reviewed for me, and to those that have me on their lists! By, the way, the last line is a song lyric from Avenged Sevenfold. That's where this whole mess started anyway XD. Tel me what you think!