He was falling.
There was always the falling.
No matter what.
Falling.
Falling through a spiral,
always falling faster..
Always..
Falling.
He was being watched.
There was always the watching.
No matter what he did.
Being watched.
Being watched in everything he did.
Always…
Watching.
He was alone.
He was always Alone.
No matter what.
Alone.
Even when he was surrounded by friends.
Always…
Alone.
He was dreaming.
He was always Dreaming.
No matter what. Dreaming.
Even when he was wide awake.
Always…
Dreaming.
He was Someone else. He was never himself. No matter what. Different. He had his own body, his own free will. But he wasn't himself. He never had been.
He was falling into someone else's life. He was being watched by someone else's Pursuers. He was with friends who weren't his own. He was dreaming dreams that weren't his. He was living a lie.
He was Roxas.. But he wasn't who he had always thought. He was someone.. else.
And he was shining with a light that wasn't his.
OoOoOo
A/N: I just wrote this on a whim. It didn't turn out as good as I had hoped. The ending didn't particularly fit in as well as I thought either. It ends up looking like a mess.. but I shall post it anyway.
This is a one-shot and I'm keeping it that way. :3 please R&R :D