Is it really that hard to wash away all this regret? When I saw her cry like that…
because of what I did…
It's too hard for me to accept it but I know in my heart it's over…
My name is Roxas…
And I'm what you call, a broken man…
…
We haven't seen each other in a year… but still, I can never forget what happened with us. Her beautiful blue eyes still haunt me in my dreams…
Her laughter echoes deep inside my brain…
Her voice follows me everywhere…
It's sickening yet… I love to experience it over and over again…
…
I woke up in cold sweat; a bear bottle in my hand… the TV was on without anyone watching…
The room was dark and quiet… too quiet…
No more gentle laughter nor the soothing sound of her voice…
She's gone… get over it. I said to myself
I threw the bottle at the wall; shattering it…
I felt nothing… it feels like my whole world had gone and I have nothing more to live for…
She's gone… get over it…
I went into the kitchen...
I stared blankly at the dirty place where she used to pour all her heart out cooking for me…
She was the greatest cook in the world…
Her smile made every dish taste like heaven…
Then it struck me again…
She's gone… get over it…
In my anger… I turned over the table.
I threw all the dishes at the wall…
And grabbed the knife…
put it against my neck…
…
Is this it? I don't have anything to live for anyway, might as well end it…
I held onto the knife like it was precious to me… like everything depended on it… but then I dropped it; barely missing my toes…
No…
I can never…
I can never do that…
Her smile keeps flashing in my head… it's making me insane…
I fell to the floor… I hate this feeling…
I hate her…
I hate myself…
I hate everything…
Suddenly I realized hot tears pouring down my cheeks…
It was too much for me to handle…
She's gone… get over it…