Prologue: Ending Words
"Hey, Roxas?"
I nervously bit my cherry coated lips at his tone of voice, wondering if I could really handle this conversation. We had been talking for about four hours; discussing how everything could work out between us. But how could I promise him love I didn't mean?
"Yeah?"
There was a long pause on the other line and I started to think that he had hung up in fear, much to my non-existent dismay, but this thought was soon obliterated by the crunching static on the other's end which was caused by his nervous breathing. He was probably bracing himself to say those three little words, the three little words that I would have to say in return like I actually mean them with all my heart. Now that would do me good; I would be buried even deeper than before.
"I love you." He replied with strong feelings, determined to hear my reply. I was in for it now; the hole was sinking even deeper into the dark cold ground wherein my coffin lay still.
My heart didn't stir like a young girl's would when finally getting noticed by her crush, instead it spun the words around and around until they made their way down to my stomach and twisted knots in my gut. Even so, I knew I had to say them. I knew that if I didn't reply then he would still hold the phone, waiting until he heard the words coming from my delicate mouth. I sighed silently, knowing that it was over. As I tangled my fingers around the telephone cord, I bit down rather ferociously, filled with hope that the blood which escaped through the cut will be enough to drown me.
" … I love you too."
Those words signaled the end; the end of my life, the end of the world, but most of importantly, the end of my privacy. But little did I know that it was also the beginning to my life of secrecy; the life where he was my love.
