A/N: Written for 9/6 - Well, kinda', I had this idea when I played KH2 again and Demyx died.

My wonderful Beta: Killing lies

Blah narrative/talking

Blah flashback/talking

Thoughts of nothing.

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What if I threw myself off: Would I die? What happens then? Nobodies don't go to heaven, do they? They just disappear- Just like he disappeared.

I stand on a ledge over looking where I'm supposed to confront Sora again. I know I'm supposed to get Roxas to rejoin us, but I almost don't want to. I liked Roxas, and I miss him, but he deserves to be free from the organization.

I was almost free. Free to do whatever I wanted, to live how I wanted… with whomever I wanted. We were supposed to go, leave the white halls of The Castle That Never Was, and find someplace else, someplace our own.

He promised.

"But you promised! You said we'd go!"

"Shh! Demyx, someone might hear you!"

"In this place?! There isn't anyone for another 3 floors!"

The person in front of the musician sighs in frustration. He looks anywhere but at the blonde until he feels a hand slip into his and he looks up into green- blue eyes.

"This is the last mission, I swear. Then we'll go- Where ever you want to go, what ever you want to see, what ever you want to do, we'll do it. O.K.?"

There is a nod, and a quick embrace. The other starts to go before he is pulled back for a good-bye kiss.

They look at each other again and then he leaves the blonde behind, not knowing he wouldn't be back.

He never came back; it was the one promise he broke.

It was the one promise that mattered the most.

Of course I never talked to the others about him; only he and I believed we still had our hearts. So, of course no one would understand what I was feeling.

No, instead I just kept my happy care-free attitude about me, and no one was the wiser. None of them knew how close I was… still am to fading on my own, but every time I come close I get too scared and back out at the last second. I'm not strong enough to end my own existence.

I guess ultimately, that's why I'm here. I'm supposed to beat Sora, but I know I won't. I know it's a suicide mission, just like his. That doesn't mean I won't fight, but it doesn't mean I'll be trying my hardest either.

I can see Sora and his friends heading this way now. I still have time to jump. I step closer to the edge and look down at the hard ground below.

What did he feel when he died: Pain; Relief; Nothing?

I put one foot over the edge and step into the black portal that leads into the darkness. When the door opens again I step out and face the key blade wielder.

Words are said, but it doesn't matter; soon, nothing will.

One thing Sora says sticks in my head, and I turn to face him. I repeat to him a line I once said to a certain someone the first time he denied my feelings. It had made him smile. A small smile, but one none the less. It doesn't make Sora smile- instead he claims I'm trying to deceive him and pulls out that famous key blade of his.

I guess it's time to stop messing around and get down to business.

After the battle is over I know I've gone too far, just like I planned. I can feel my power leaving me and a dark embrace sweeps my being. A cry of disbelief escapes my mouth as nothing but darkness grabs me.

This isn't what I was planning.

I float there in the darkness for, what seems like, a long time. It could "be" hours, it could be minutes. Then something seems to change, it gets warmer and a light floods my little area, a light too bright to see in.

Except one shadow remains, one that comes closer; I'm not afraid, because it's the shadow of someone I've been longing to hold.

As the shadow reaches for me, and I grab his hand, one name escapes my lips.

"Zexion."

A/N: Well, that was fairly depressing, except the end there… but yeah there's that.