Roxas was going to do it.
Alone.
In the darkness.
But for the freedom, he would do anything.
He felt the blood rush to his head as his breath came in exhilarated pants. Was this really happening? Was he finally going to do it?
Roxas steeled his resolve. He hadn't come this far, walked and pondered until he finally settled down in a dark alley in the middle of the night with a knife, to give up and go home.
He would never go home again.
Roxas lifted the blade and his breath hissed as the cold metal rubbed against his skin, penetrating.
Saving.
Warm fluid gushed against the metal, spilling against his pale skin. It glistened black in the moonlight. Roxas thought it was fitting- the darkness inside of him was finally exiting, one way or another.
He preferred this way.
Roxas grasped the blade, switching it to his other hand. It was slick and warm with blood, and as he struck down against his it skin it slipped from his grasp, running down his skin. The blade tumbled to the floor and Roxas cursed as it clanged loudly against the pavement. He hoped no one had heard, but what sane person would walk into an alley in the middle of the night?
Roxas stared down at the long arc that stretched from his wrist and carving down to his elbow. At least he wouldn't have to worry about a scar, Roxas chuckled darkly.
He lifted the blade with more purpose this time, slicing cleanly. It hurt, but the pain dulled as the blood pumped through the long, vertical slash. Roxas stared at the endless river that was dripping all over him, silken and falling freely across his clothes.
Roxas dropped the blade as his hands tingled and leaned against the dirty pavement. He let the moon caress his body during the last moments of his life.
...
Roxas was struck with he urge to sleep. The throb that had once filled his entire body slowly dulled to a stop as warmth his body instead of filling it. He felt cold. His eyes began to flutter shut, the moon no longer keeping a hold on his stiff body.
His fingers stroked the blade, the motion setting him deeper within his endless sleep. It wouldn't be long now- before his body began to completely shut down, Roxas though.
Before he would be free.
...
Roxas had planned everything, from the date and time to the how and where he would do it. He didn't want to leave anything to chance.
He hadn't planned on Axel.