Author's Note: Ok so to clarify, this fanfiction is an extension of A Far Off Memory, but from Zexion's and Demyx's story. This is Demyx's POV and I hope you like it =)

I woke up twenty minutes after my first class started, falling off of my bed and sprinting to the shower, racing in my clothes, and dashing off to campus. I'm a third year college student living in Radiant Garden, studying marine biology, trying to keep a relationship that is only one-sided.

What I mean by that is, I've been dating someone who doesn't love me. Shitty and pathetic, I know, but I can't help it. See, my dad died when I was about six, and it's just my mom and I, and I hardly ever see her cause she's always at work. I get really lonely, but I try not to let it bother me that much.

I've always been the positive thinker, the one who friends rely on to brighten their mood. But at the same time, I got tired of being all alone; tired enough to love someone who has never repeated those words back to me.

But that's not the reason I started dating him. When my dad died, I got super depressed, because he had always been my role model. I used to go swimming all the time in my pool in my backyard, but one day a few years after my dad died, I decided to figure out what would happen if I never went back for air. Yeah, I guess you could say that I was suicidal when I was ten, but I couldn't help it. So I tied a heavy brick from my dad's old abandoned shed around my ankle. I was about to toss the brick in with myself afterwards, but when I looked up for what I thought would be my last time, I saw a little boy staring out his window in the house next to mine. He had been my neighbor for a while, but I never spoke with him. Anyway, he was staring at me and I felt a little awkward with him watching me. I tied extra knots and added a brick to my other ankle and when I looked up again, he was gone. I sighed before I pushed the bricks over and no sooner had I reached the bottom of the pool then I wished I had never done so. I screamed, which doesn't work well underwater, and started crying, wishing my mom wasn't at work, wishing my dad had never gotten sick, wishing I hadn't done something so stupid.

I started to choke and drown when I felt hands pulling on me. I opened my eyes and saw that little boy in the window trying to untie the rope from my ankles. I started to lose consciousness when he lifted me out of the water and pushed on my chest, causing me to spit up water. I coughed, took some deep breathes, and when I opened my eyes, he wasn't there. I never told my mom what I did, I still haven't told anyone except Axel, and I never thanked that little boy for saving me.

It was a whole month before I ever saw him again, and I didn't say anything to him. He was just sitting in his front yard and I smiled at him and waved, and he gave me a small wave back. Then, after that summer, we had school together, and we were the weirdest of friends. We hardly ever spoke to each other, but we were always side by side.

He is super shy, quiet, and easily disturbed, but with just my silent presence, I can tell it helps. We never said anything, never hung out after school, but for those hours we're together, the body language and facial expressions we use with each other are all we need to communicate. For years our friendship was like this; just this silent presence of being there. It started to change during high school, when we slowly spoke more and more. I used to talk to him every once and a while, but he hardly ever responded back to me with more than a head nod or shake. But one day when we were walking home after being assigned a long ass essay for English, I sighed, and he actually spoke.

"Fucking hate writing."

"Yeah, me too." I said, happy to just hear his voice.

"Science is much better."

"I agree." I remember getting quiet, not knowing what else to say. "Want to come over to study?"

"Yeah."

From then on, we spent every single day after high school over at my empty house, studying and doing homework.

Slowly but surely, I realized that he was my only real friend.

It's not that I immediately fell in love with him, but over time I began to love all the little things about him. I loved how smart he is and how cute he is; I love everything about him, except how he doesn't love me. When I first tried to kiss him, he hit me with a book. That was during our last year of high school. We were sitting on my couch and I 'accidentally' grabbed his hand. He cleared his throat, but I didn't let go. When he turned to face me, I rushed my lips in towards his, but he lifted a book between his lips and mine, forcing me to make out with a textbook. After he lowered it, he smacked the back of my head with it, stood up, and walked silently to the door.

I stopped him, but only to tell him that I really liked him and that I was just so tired of being all alone. He sighed at me, like he was annoyed, but then he shrugged and asked what I wanted from him. I told him that I wanted to love him, and that I wanted to hold his hand and to be his and to take care of him.

He thought for a moment before shrugging.

"Alright Demyx, I'll let you love me."

"Really?" I got so excited, I didn't pay attention to his exact words.

"Doesn't mean that I love you, but if you want to love me, I guess I'm ok with that." He said calmly and I grew sad.

"But, how does that work?" I was confused.

"Easy. You love me, and I don't know, try to make me love you. Who knows, maybe I will, maybe I wont. But if you really are that lonely, you don't have anything to lose." Zexion said and I nodded; he was right.

"Can, can I hold your hand? Can I hold you? Can I tell you I love you and kiss you?" I wanted a relationship with him so damn bad, I was willing to follow any of his rules.

"Yes to hand holding, yes to the hugging, yes to telling me you love me, and about kissing me, we'll see." He said and I threw my arms around him.

"I love you Zexy!" I squeezed him.

"No to the petnames." He pushed himself away from me.

"Kay," I frowned.

"Look, you're a nice guy, but I'm not the dating type. You can give it a shot, but if you make me feel guilty, I'm only going to leave." He sounded like he was warning me, but I didn't care. I loved him.

"I wont scare you away, I promise." I said, attempting a smile and he nodded as well.

"Good. Now, I have to go work on some chemistry homework, so I'll see you in class tomorrow." He opened my door and I grabbed his wrist.

"I love you." I held onto his hand.

"Ok." He said and walked away, leaving me feeling so confused and wanting.

I wanted to hear him repeat those words, but more than anything I just wanted him. He was right, I needed to make him fall in love with me. I could do this. I need to do this. I can't be lonely any longer.

That night, I laid awake in bed wondering how long this would work, me loving someone who clearly didn't love me back. But I knew I cared for him, because I wouldn't do this for just anyone. I may be lonely, but I am not desperate. Again, it wasn't love at first sight, but ever since he saved me, I knew there was something there.

It's been about two years now, and we've made slight progress. Actually, we've made a lot of progress, but he still won't tell me that he loves me. Now that we're in our third year of college, we've gone from that shy, barely-a-couple shit to a full on relationship that is still just one-sided. He comes over to my house a lot since my mom is never home and since he says that his parents don't care about him much. Usually we do homework together, and I cook for him and make sure he's ok. And, we have sex. The first time was actually his idea, and I was more than happy to go along with it, but it's not the romantic love making I've been craving. I fuck him, he moans loudly and yea it's sexy, but after he comes, even if I don't, he showers alone and leaves.

It's like I know he's using me, but I can't help it. I love him. My best friend, Axel, knows all about our relationship, and I can tell he doesn't like it. He keeps telling me that I can do better, but if that were true, I wouldn't be in this one-sided relationship. Axel's been dating someone he used to love when he was a little kid, and he's really happy now. He used to have this big crush on someone, but that someone left him, and then his parents died and he had to live with his aunt and cousin. For a while he was at rock bottom, and that's when I met him. I've lived in Radiant garden all my life, but I used to visit Twilight Town all the time, just because I loved to visit the beach and go swimming. That's when I met Axel and found out how rough he had it, and how he was making it worse. By sixteen he was an alcoholic; by eighteen, he was addicted to cigarettes, and by nineteen, he finally realized that he had let himself go.

He told me that it was because of his parents' death's and because he lost his one love, but he then got this unexplainable hope to try to find his first love. That gave him the motivation to continue fighting.

Now he has his love and he's so happy, it's great to see. The only setback is that I'm still loving someone who doesn't love me. I've been dating Zexion since our first year of college, and I feel like we've only made progress on the physical level, and not at all emotionally. Axel's been dating his friend for about four months now, and they seem as happy as can be. And deep down, I'm so envious of that.

Zexion lets me hold his hand whenever I want, and I can tell him I love him as much as I want, but I have to ask him for a kiss and I have to have sex with him when he wants it, which is often.

Zexion won't tell me much about his past, but I'm guessing since his parents neglect him, he just wants attention and control. I think that's why he comes over a lot to have sex, and once we have it, he's gone.

I try really hard to make him fall for me, and I can see at times that I win those little mini battles. Like how I always cook him his favorite foods and he actually gets happy, which can be kind of rare for him to show emotions, which again, I think it's his parents fault. He once mentioned how his parents never cook for him or even care if he eats at all, but when I tell him how I'll make whatever he wants and how much I care, he smiles. His smile is very rare, so I feel like I win his affection slowly but surely with each small smile. And I win him over with more than just my cooking. I won a science fair and he was really impressed, and I am part of the swim team and have a bunch of medals and trophies in my room that I catch him staring at. He's never been to one of my swim meets, but I think that if he did, I'd die from happiness!

It's because of him that I decided to join my jr. high swim team years ago. Since he saved me from drowning, I thought it'd be neat to learn how to swim perfectly and how to hold my breath longer and how to not be afraid of the water anymore, since for a couple years, I feared going back in that pool.

Christmas is coming up, and I already bought him an entire series of his favorite storyline from his favorite author. I can't wait to give it to him, and to see him smile. My mom makes a lot of money, and since it's just the two of us, I guess you could say I'm rich. But I know that's not why Zexion is dating me, cause his parents are both doctors.

Deep down inside, even though he won't admit it, I know it's not the things I buy him that makes him smile. It's the effort I put in to show I care. Cause even though he hasn't said it, I know he wishes his parents cared.

Author's Note: So now you have the set-up for this Zemyx! It gets better, I promise lol.

I'm going to answer the reviews from the end of Hate to Love, just in case some/all of you that commented are reading this story as well =)

To boxthissideup: Hahaha, yay for roommates thinking we're crazy! I swear, we should make some club for that lmao. Yea, I think the best way for Demyx to prove he loves anyone would be for him to sacrifice his precious sitar, so I'm glad you liked that part! I tried to make the story as cute as I could, so again, thanks for liking it and I hope you like this story, once you begin to read more lol.

To drunkoncookies: Hahaha, yeah, I LOVE using quotes from the video games ^_^ Makes the characters feel more true to their real selves as square Enix created them. I haven't watched it, although I've been told by several to check it out. If I weren't so busy, I would have .

To casper: Hahaha, yeah, I usually don't like cheesy happy endings. Like, in movies, they can make me go from loving it to hating it. But when it comes to KH yaoi fanfic, it HAS to have some kind of feel good ending. If not, I feel like I want to cry and write something super happy lol AWWW! YAY! Thank you SO much and I cant wait to get more reviews from you. Thanks!

To 18plusforme: HAHAHAHAHA! Dude, that's kind of sad! Lmao! Man, I thought being mistaken for 14 was bad! No, I'm not 16, but people guess that's my age more than anything, so I can pass for it if I tried. I'm younger than I act but older than I feel. Basically, I act like I'm a working adult at a regular 9-5 job living all alone, but I have my immature fun moments that make me feel like I'm still 13 lol. I started college at 17 though, and I'm in the US. Where are you?

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