Axel's POV
Silent screams filled my head while sparkling tears streamed down my face.
They stung my eyes and nose. I was crying. I couldn't believe it. I was actually crying. And I hated myself for it. I hadn't cried since I was a little lost boy crying for his mother. I had been seven then, an acceptable age for such behavior. But now I was nineteen. No more excuses for acting so childish. No way to forgive myself. Nobodies weren't supposed to feel at all. Let alone show it…
I heard a knock on my door, bringing me out of my thoughts. Hurriedly I wiped away my tears along with any other sign of emotion. Opening my door I saw our newest member, Sora's other, standing outside it.
"Axel?" he said timidly. "There's something I need to ask, but, how should I say this? All the other members scare the hell out of me…Or they're Demyx." I laughed.
"Which would be of no help either I'm guessing."
"Not really. Even if he did want to answer me, I'm not sure he could."
"Oh? So you think I'd be more knowledgeable on the subject?"I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I dunno. I just thought I'd have a better chance of getting an answer here."
"Well, come in."I said, stepping aside so he could enter. "Roxas, right?"
"Yeah." He walked in and looked around. I gestured for him to sit down but he shook his head. "I'd rather stand." He said simply. I merely shrugged and sat down myself. I was anxious to know what had been such an important question for Roxas to have answered. Obviously he desperately wanted to know something, but as to what, he seemed a little reluctant to ask.
"What is it?" I asked encouragingly.
"Um," he stalled. Why was he nervous? "I really wanted to ask about…" his voice trailed off. It was as though the words had forsaken him. Leaving him with only his thoughts and no way of voicing them. His demeanor was suspicious. And, not seemingly going to get a verbal answer, I studied Roxas's expression. He was frowning in a tense frustration, obviously angry with himself for not being able to say what was on his mind. But the frown did not suit him. It did not fit on his youthful face. His blue eyes locked worried, indicating to me that he was choosing his words carefully. So as not to upset me. And for that I was grateful. I smiled encouragingly, urging him to continue.
"I wanted to ask about…existence…" he said slowly. "…And emotions…"