This was written when I was in a, to put it simply, emo mood over some of my friends and life in general.
Hope you enjoy.
I don't own any Kingdom Hearts characters. Though I do cosplay Roxas.
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Axel knows he shouldn't, but he wants to.
He wants to run to him, knowing that, in the back of his mind, he knows it wouldn't matter in the long run.
He is confused. Why is it that, if I have no heart, why does it ache? Why does it long for you?
Such thoughts assaulted Axel everyday. He sees Roxas, the one he'd rather not care for as much as he does, turn and walk away from him. In that dreary place, through the piercing darkness, he sees him walk away. From him, to Sora. And that thought hurts.
He follows in vain, knowing Roxas doesn't know him the way he used to. The very thought hurts Axel more than he'd like to admit. The thought that his best friend, perhaps his only friend, had forgotten him. He was the Key of Destiny. But, didn't he have a choice?!
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Axel thought of him everyday, even when he wasn't around anymore. He isn't sure whether he's more upset by the fact that Roxas left him or that he never see him again. He sees Sora run by and immediately thinks of Roxas-who wouldn't? Their precious little tool was running about with his friend's heart. Or was it the other way around? He just doesn't know anymore. All he knows is the pain. The pain of heartbreak and loss.
He has been thinking more and more about Roxas and his overall feelings: how he had spoken of being alone, and how his words made Axel's heart ache.
Oh, Rox. You were never alone. I only wish you saw that before. For both of our sakes.
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He hears news of the keybearer and his whereabouts, but doesn't react anymore. He knows that, no matter how much he longs for Roxas, for what Roxas was, wouldn't matter. His friend was gone, and there wasn't anything he could do to stop it.
Axel sees Sora defeat yet another of the obstacles the Organization has put before him, and feels a twinge of emotion. He sees his own comrades, his own friends, die by the blade of this boy that stole Roxas from him. But didn't Roxas leave of his own accord? Doesn't that make it better? Axel isn't so sure.
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He doesn't know what to do anymore. Sora has almost killed them all. He is hurt when he thinks of Demyx, or of Zexion, and even Larxene. He is wary of these thoughts. He knows that he'll soon be demolished by Sora.
No, not Sora. Roxas.
His mind desperately tries to avoid the truth of this thought, but Axel finds he cannot. Roxas is killing them.
But is that such a bad thing?
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Axel is sick of running. Sick of running from this boy, sick of running from himself.
He approaches Sora, knowing he will not leave this place.
Heh. Betwixt and Between. Ironic that I'd die in such a torn place.
He finds himself liking Sora, and hating him all at the same time. But does he like him because of Roxas? Maybe. He thinks that's part of it, but not all of it. Sora didn't do this on purpose, it seems. So as Axel sacrifices himself for the salvation of this boy, he vaguely wonders whether or not it was for Sora, Roxas, or even himself. After all, he had always wanted to know what dying was like for someone that was never meant to exist.
ROXAS
I wanted to be with you forever, even if we're not supposed to exist. Those were your words, correct? Well, I had a reason to exist. But now that it's slipped through my fingers, I find myself wanting closure. You were my anchor, but now that anchor is gone. I'm drifting.
I hated drifting. And so, I decided to end it.
I'm glad it was Sora. At least your complete form was able to end it, Rox. And hey? Maybe I'll see you later. You never know.
We all have some reason to life. You were mine, Roxas.
Please tell me what you think.