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So this is the way I say I need you
This is the way that I say I love you
This is the way that I say I'm yours
This is the way, this is the way
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Zexion can't quite remember how and when he first met the blonde. He had dismissed it before as something irrelevant, filed away with memories that were worn away by time.
He does, however, remember Demyx's bright, cheerful laugh, and Demyx's strong, soothing voice. These are memories imprinted into his mind, and it feels as natural as breathing to think of Demyx whenever he feels lonely. There is Demyx, saying his name excitedly, and somehow the world seems so much more beautiful.
Demyx is a constant in his life, and Zexion hopes it will stay that way.
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Zexion can't quite remember how and when he first became friends with the blonde. Demyx is as far away from him as possible; an aspiring guitarist, full of hopes and dreams, while he was a worldly philosopher, with a cynical outlook on life.
He looks back, and he traces it to Lexaeus. His best friend since forever has started taking a psychology class, and there he meets Vexen, a slightly insane genius from Traverse Town. Vexen just so happened to be friends with one Larxene, a manipulative sadist who has an off-on fling with flower-obsessed Marluxia and a fuck buddy system with pyromaniac Axel. Meanwhile, Axel was enamored with the volatile Roxas, who had a younger brother, Sora, who was dating Riku behind his brother's back. Anyway, the brothers had a cousin—and that was Demyx.
It still seems unreal and ludicrous, that he and Demyx would be connected in such a way. Sometimes Zexion can't help but think that maybe fate has planned for them to meet.
Zexion then realizes that Demyx is even affecting his way of thinking, and he doesn't mind.
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Zexion can't quite remember how and when he first began to fall in love with the blonde. Perhaps he was not aware of it; his heart started to move with a mind of it's own, unheeding Zexion's cold, cruel belief when it came to love.
He does, however, remember looking into Demyx's eyes and seeing them in a whole new light. He remembers how he forgets to breathe when Demyx throws his arms around him, giddy with joy. He thinks of how Demyx's happiness has become his own, and he would do anything for the blonde. Anything.
Demyx is the most important thing to Zexion right now.
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Zexion can't quite remember how and when he first started confiding his thoughts with Demyx. Does he hope—believe—that Demyx will understand him? There's that knowing smile in Demyx's lips, always ready to catch him when he would fall.
They are close, so close now, and it is frightening how the walls that Zexion had carefully put up have been slowly broken down. And he didn't even notice how easily Demyx had sidestepped the boundaries. Perhaps it had something to do with Zexion himself; although reluctant at first, he had given Demyx a space in his life, and Demyx, inch by inch, made the space grow bigger, with Zexion's permission.
It seems strange to feel now. He is unused to hear his heart beating, much to less to hearing another's heartbeat in sync with his. Yet it feels amazing, exhilarating somehow, and Zexion knows he won't trade this feeling for anything else.
Zexion thinks that now, Demyx is his life.
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Zexion can't quite remember how and when, and all the other little details, but one thing is for sure: Demyx is his air, the air he breathes, and he can't quite live without Demyx.