Author's Note: Revised January 1st, 2014
On my way to Nowhere, my long, dark cloak flapping softly against my ankles as I walk, I'm not feeling. I'm not feeling until I reach The Room. I can't remember if I've ever been here before, and even though my memories are coming back in bits and pieces, I still don't exactly remember (there are flashes of a boy in red pants, and I know him very well. I think I might know him better than anyone). I just know that I detest this place, abhor it so greatly; all the markers littering the floor in attempted organization.
It makes me angry. My friend on the floor. I wanted to find you. And, because of this…
Each member is represented by a panel of a swirling bruised color: pink and blue. If someone were to leave a bar of sea-salt ice cream out to melt, I think this is the color it might be; the blue dye oozing into lighter and darker shades. But the red reminds me of blood, or just death, and I wonder how this all could have happened, because I remember none of this. There was a castle where our number had been halved, but the other half? I don't remember him killing everyone. I don't remember them disappearing like this. I just don't.
The Room makes me angry; so frustrated, confused, hurt. My heels clack on the metallic floor, stopping at the final marker on the first left level. It burns red. Am I really the only one left? I hardly feel myself, knowing that I will be rejoining my Somebody soon enough, but still, I…
Axel. You never believed in life completely, did you? Or at all, in the beginning; so pessimistic, you seemed. Did you ever truly believe in us reclaiming our hearts?
"Proof of Existence?" I whisper to myself.
Axel, you never needed that; you were always real.
If you weren't real to yourself, at least you were real to me.