'A Nobody, but Yet a Somebody to Me.'

His emotions are nonexistent.

They never where, and yet he aches for them to be.

Never would he be real, except to the other nobodies.

He will never feel happy, yet still he will never be angry or sad.

I envy that part of him:

He will not be upset if one of his colleagues die.

He wouldn't feel guilt if he pierced flesh with his chakrams, not even if it caused death.

His spiked flaming red hair will never move with the wind.

Yet he moves me-Does he not know how troublesome emotions really are?

He's a nobody, but yet a somebody to me.

Axel.

The same Axel that was friends with Roxas.

The same Axel that couldn't bring him back.

The same Axel who's green eyes shone like beautiful emeralds that where so fragile, so delicate, that when you stared into them hoping that if you tried hard enough, emotion would return briefly in the form of tears that would now slide down his face.

The same Axel who died thinking about Roxas, and not me.

My Axel.