A/N: If only, if only I owned Kingdom Hearts... Half the Organization would still be alive and Atlantica would've been razed to the ground... with magic.


The slurpee was empty. So he kept sucking on the straw.

His bed was empty. So he kept returning home to it.

His dreams were empty. He kept sleeping.

His arms cold and heart frozen. So he kept them open.

1000 days without his light.

His fire.

Axel sat in the kitchen slurping his coffee straight from the pot, glancing at the morning papers and giggling at random intervals.

Bastard had stolen the comics again.

Across from him, Roxas plopped himself down, face fixed in a scowl, eyes burning through the vat of brew being gulped down before him. Thirstily.

How he missed those mornings. Meaninglessly meaningful.

Captivating in their routine.

Two long years of sunshine in their faces.

Not even the moon could reach him now.

Carefree Axel spinning rapidly in the teacup ride after failing to coax Roxas in with promises of sea salt ice cream and skateboard sessions for a month. Instead, his partner stood with falsetto disgruntled looks smearing that perfect porcelain face just like those nights alone…

But there were no more nights alone with each other.

Now they were just nights alone.

Promises of forever in a place far from home just for the sense of acceptance.

Married.

Wed.

Legally and spiritually bound together forever.

Forever just never was enough though…

The first two weeks were just a demo.

A practice.

Run through the same cycles like nothing had enveloped his world and sucked him lifeless.

Like nothing…nobody…

Nobody…

But nobodys have hearts too. And heat. And everything you never knew you needed to feel whole.

God, just take me too

Alone alone alone alonealonealonealonealone.

For all of their forever.

Does the hurt ever stop?

Happy death day, lover. I wish you'd stayed. Or kept me always. But don't worry, we'll be together real soon.

And he broke down again and his tears flowed again and he died inside again.

If looks could kill, he'd die every time he stood before a mirror.

Oh god, if only he could…

Love birds are a special type of creature.

Did you know? They form a bond between two of them and mate for life.

And should one die?

The other follows close behind.

Were people birds too?

After two years and two hundred and seventy days, Axel found out they were.

That instrument of death he'd purchased lay unused under the sink the morning he didn't wake up.
Two years and two hundred and seventy days of waiting for something he'd never see again.

For a Somebody he'd never touch again.

And that last night he dreamt of the truth.

And the poor boy finally accepted it.