Finite
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Axel hated the rain. More than anything else he could ever think of, he hated the rain.
That was probably the main reason why his self-pity factor was larger than normal, as he lay on the sandy beach of the Destiny Islands… It was storming. He was dying, of course, but… it was a downpour.
"Ugh." His voice was faint, and his eyes were clouded over in a haze of disgust and pain. His black cloak was nowhere in sight, his attire at the moment consisted of black pants and a long-sleeved red shirt, both of which were torn in multiple places.
"Great place to pick, Axe – you're a bright one." He murmured to himself as he stared blankly at the ceiling of dark cotton above him.
As he had faded from Sora's hold earlier – in that ethereal place between anywhere and twilight – he had made a split second decision. He knew he was going to die, but he would be damned if he was going to die somewhere he didn't like – so he chose here. With the sandy beaches and the beautiful horizon, Destiny Islands would be the perfect place for his timely demise…
"If it weren't so damn gloomy right now."
Then, after what had seemed like an eternity of torrential downpour, the rain began to lift. Now clinging to the very end of his existence, Axel chanced a small smile.
The clouds broke, and the sun began to shine through – lifting a hand, he could see that indeed, it was shining through. He was transparent.
The darkness that created him began once again to come off of him in bits, and he chuckled lightly – that film over his eyes beginning to lift. He lost feeling – no more pain, no more… anything.
The last thing those gorgeous lime oculars of his glimpsed was the fairytale image of Destiny Island – and his life came full circle.
The last shred of black floated lazily into the air, and snuffed out of existence.
The only thing left that indicated anyone had existed there was a small indent in the sand, which was quickly erased by the incoming tide.
In The World That Never Was – a deep fissure appeared through the tablet that held the image of a chakram – and it broke neatly in half.
Axel was no more.