So this is a new story that I'm thinking of picking up, but you all have to tell me what you think.

The bad news, Too Much for One Boy to Handle will be no more. I am going to wrap it up in one more chapter and call it quits with that one. I've just lost way to much perspective with it and I can't seem to get it back, but hey! We live and we learn. Thank you all for reading this and I hope to have your continued support and motivation!

"I can't believe you Roxas!" she screamed at me as she continued to throw her cloths into an open suitcase. I let out an abrupt spurt of laughter from my position of leaning against a wall just behind my clearly pissed off girlfriend...ex girlfriend probably.

"I don't understand that at all. You had to have known it was coming dear. How many times did it need to happen?" I said in between wheezy breaths. She turned on me quick as lightening and I barley ducked out of the way as an innocent hair brush came hurtling at my face. It hit the wall and crumbled into two pieces.

"FUCK YOU! How could you do this to me?" She seethed. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Why does it have to be about you?" I asked and in all sincerity I wasn't trying to be the biggest douche bag ever but I really didn't understand that part of this girl. Finally my own anger started to rise a little, unjustified...but there it was. "Answer that Nam? Why is it always fucking about you?"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! YOU ARE THE MOST SELFISH PERSON IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ROXAS STRIFE!" she screamed, her eyes bugging a little. I bit my tongue and deiced to let her finish. "Just within the year and a half we have been together you have been with at least 3 other people besides me! At least the ones I know about, god knows how many there actually are." I opened my mouth, ready to tell her the exact number but she held up her hand. "I DO NOT want to know the number Roxas!" She hissed. "You're a fucking man whore and all you ever think about is yourself. How many relationships have you ruined?! And not even your own but other peoples!?"

"That isn't my fault. They make the conscious decision to participate in certain activities with me, the fact that they get caught is there own damn fault." I snapped, my arms folded over my chest. Her jaw dropped and she just stared at me in complete shock. I turned my face away from her, slightly embarrassed.

"Roxas you slept with Riku." she said, her voice completely dead. I kept my face turned away as the sting of the past few days came poring back in.

"I know what I've done." I snapped.

"Your brothers Fiance...SORA's Fiance, Roxas" she said. "Not only did you just fuck over the most perfect relationship in the wold but in one fell swoop you just lost the only three people who still gave a shit about your sorry ass." I heard a click and I turned back to her. She had her suitcase closed and picked it up off the bed.

"Life's tough." I said, keeping my face straight. It was her turn to laugh, and it was bitter.

"You're about to find out just how tough life can be." She picked up her other two bags and pushed past me. I stared around the room for a moment and then followed her out and into the living room. She was pulling open the door as I came into the room and my older brother Cloud came through the door. He gave me a blank nod which I returned.

"Ready?" he asked her and she just nodded and handed him a few bags that were by the door.

"Namine." I said as she started out the door. Her and Cloud both looked back at me. I felt the bitter, sadistic smile curl my lips. "If your going to finally leave me, you should at least know the number was 7." I said. Cloud just shook his head and walked away. Namine sighed and rubbed her face before reaching for the door knob.

"Get help." She said before she closed the door. I leaned my back against the hall way wall and slid to the floor as a crazed chuckle bubbled up. I laughed for a moment before the laughter curled in on itself and turned into sobs. I pulled at my blond spikes and screamed at my ceiling, one long wordless note.

Everything she had said was right. From the selfishness to the get help.

After the scream died away I just curled up on the floor and stared at the opposite wall. I needed help, I knew I needed help, I've known since my senior year in high school that I needed help and that was four years ago...

Hi, my name is Roxas Strife and I am the biggest man whore I know. I had a pretty easy time of it during high school. I was known as the school slut, but hey! Someone had to be, right? It wasn't any big deal, but then I realized that I couldn't be happy in a relationship unless I was deceiving the person in some way. I tried to stop but it just took all the fun out of it!

Then it got out of control. Before I knew what was happening I was sleeping with a teacher. Then a coach, then the spouse of my neighbor and several kids from school...all while dating a kid named Demyx.

I've been the source of 4 divorces and multiple loss of jobs, not to mention several break ups. None of my family would talk to me any more and my girlfriend of a year and a half just walked out of my life forever.

The optimistic person would say that I simply haven't found 'the one' yet. You know what I'm talking about. That fantasy romance were one person consumes everything about you. The one person you want to spend the rest of your life with. The one person who has complete and utter control over the existence of your entire happiness and with one fell swoop can rip out your heart and stomp on it.

Commitment issues? Who me?

Nothing scared me more then stories about 'the one'. How could there ever be just one? How could one ever be enough? It was almost laughable.

Laying there on my hall way floor after I had watched Namine walk out would be one of my last days thinking that way. Because with one fell swoop, one decisions, I would be rendered deaf, dumb and blind by gorgeous green eyes, and a body that could stop a hoard of nuns in their tracks.

And then the question would become, how could one never have not been enough? How could any body else ever be enough...