Just a small, depressing Demyx drabble that I wrote.

Please review, although it isn't much!

-Lyna~

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I was thankful of my legs, as they served the greatest help to me at that moment. They pounded helplessly on the asphalt of the streets in the dark, abandoned city, creating a rhythm. Thump, thump, thump, thump, crack! I bit back a shriek as I tripped over a lone rock, landing on my stomach on the road. Yet, I pulled myself back onto my worn-out feet and continued to run. Thump, thump, thump…

I needed to get out of this place- it was the only way to avoid the pain. My golden-blonde hair swung behind me in time with my footsteps, falling into my face, my aquamarine eyes helpless and pouring tears, each one dripping from my cheeks in a pattern as they blended with the small drops of rain that had begun to fall from the grey and black sky. My heart that never was would have been pounding and pounding with helplessness and hurt, yet all I could feel was emptiness- a horrible, drowning blackness that was most likely worse than ever feeling those troubling feelings at their highest extreme.

I tripped again, this time simply laying on the black road, staring ahead of me. It seemed to never end. Never ever. My pain would never ever end either.

I thought he loved me- he said he did, even though we didn't have hearts to show it. We could, however, remember what it was like, and with those remembrances, he loved me. I could just remember the smile that took his face when I told him that I tried to feel the same, the way his lavender eyes shone empty, yet contained everything I needed to see to believe that the way he felt was true.

And then the cursed day that he left. He left without telling me, left without saying goodbye. Just leaving a crumpled note in his trash bin that he had tried to give me but failed. I would have accepted it, yes, but it seems he thought it was best to leave me without seeing the tears pour from my eyes at the news. Did it make him feel any better to know that they would pour anyway? Who knows what he was thinking. He was always unpredictable, that Zexion. Unpredictable words, unpredictable thought patterns… unpredictable actions, like leaving. The action that would have crushed my heart, if I even had one.

And if that wasn't enough…

I got up and continued to run, stumbling, my legs faltering, but I needed to keep going. I needed to keep running! Running away from everything that had hurt me. Life had no meaning if Zexy wasn't in it, and he wasn't anymore. Trying to think that someone that beautiful had faded away… no, it was too hard to comprehend. I couldn't see him dead- I'd never be able to. If it was true, he was actually gone, and those were not the words I wanted to hear.

Falling over for the umpteenth time, I summoned my sitar- now my only love, and strummed. The sound of the music calmed me down, the rain now pouring harder. I was drenched, and that was exactly the way I wanted to feel.

Strumming a tune, I sobbed, knowing I was unable to feel the sadness, but only an ache where my heart had used to be. If only I could, maybe Zexion could have known that I'd cared about him more than he would ever know. Maybe then he wouldn't have left me, wouldn't have died, but some little voice in my head told me that fate had led him down this path. He would have left anyway. Things had not meant to be. I ignored this voice and continued to play.

I was cold, wet, and lonely, but I didn't care. The only thing that mattered now was… there wasn't anything. Nothing mattered.

As much as Xemnas would say, "IX, you do not have a heart. You cannot feel. You do not have emotions," I knew that he was wrong. The emotion that I could remember as strong as day was the feeling of loneliness.

I missed Zexion.