The story is told from Demyx's perspective.
I remember the last night I held you. The last night I laid my eyes on you, it always seemed like everything was perfect, as if it were a fairytale with a cliche'd happy ending. Some stories are repetitive, there's tragedy then something good comes of it. Or someone steps in and "saves the world."
They're called "heroes", but I never believed any of those tales or poems of the relation. It always seemed as a waste of time. Hah, you might even call me close-minded. Call me whatever you choose, I don't mind. I don't mind about anything.........anymore.
No one's perfect, but being imperfect can make you perfect for someone else. You just choose to see past those flaws. There's was always something about you...a far away look in your eyes...expressions of misunderstanding.
Your mind was pure, you saw the good in the world- and in people for that matter. The last thing you ever wanted to point out was their insecurities or faults. You always pointed out your own; which I never understood. There was always a lurking sadness in your poise and even in your judgement. In your eyes.
When I found out this was happening, I wasn't sure how to react; What to do. I promised I would never stop caring about you. And I meant it. I never thought any less of you, and I still don't think I ever could.
Your personality was so inspiring to me. Your smile could color in the grey of the world, you always told me I never meant what I said, you absolutely wouldn't believe me, and I never could cypher it out. I still don't know.
All I know is that I loved you, and do love you. You made such an impact on me that I will never forget, it's impossible to forget. YOU are impossible to forget.
I remember that night...it was cold, dark, and the room was damp and lit with nothing but candles, it was so dark it was impossible to see your own hand in front of your face. I couldn't see you.
When the power came back on, you were still there. Still with me and this world. I held you in my arms, but little did I know it was the last time...
I remember you looked up at me as I stroked your hair, fighting back tears; I didn't want to cry, I didn't want you to worry. But I think the both of us knew what was to come. Of course, we weren't going to talk about it. Or even mention it.
I took a deep breath. "You're beautiful." I whispered. I knew that was all you ever wanted to hear.
And that night, that very night, those words were the last thing you heard.