Share Each Other like an Island
We share each other, like two children to the same bed. You are my island, I am your forgotten memories.
It doesn't seem a fair trade.
Looking out your eyes,
(I can only see what you see now)
I can see you and your friends. Your laughter penetrates the silence in here.
Do you remember my friends, Sora?
Thinking of them is like blowing dust from an old picture of the four of us, and seeing I'm not in it.
I'm not a ghost or a voice to them. I'm not even nothing. They didn't forget me, because I was never really there.
Do you remember the train in Twilight Town? I don't know where my friends are, but that train could take me to them. It took us to our destiny, its tracks measured in more than miles. It took us from the safety and comfort of home, from the comfort of friends,
(Hayner! Pence! Olette!)
and then your journey returned you to all that happiness in the end. It could take me, somehow, to my friends again. It wouldn't matter how, as long as we're together.
But I know that's only wishful thinking.
The train took us away, in the beginning. You could go back, Sora, but not me. It's only finger-lengths in my memories, and I can cover the distance with a handprint in my mind. But I'm miles from where they are now. I can't go back to the beginning of my book. That story wasn't true.
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I have a perfect map of your heart, but where can I mark as home?
It is full of love, but none of it is for me. When I walk in it, it's an empty house. I lay down on the cold floor, praying someone will remember.
I knew someone who did, once. One friend in a castle of strangers, one heart offering to fill two bodies.
Now you and I are two people trying to share one heart,
but you've already filled it up with your life and there's no room for someone else's.
I was the key to fixing your heart, but I couldn't be fixed. He didn't have my key.
Or maybe he did, and I didn't have a heart.
I wish I'd had one, if only so I could have died. Death would have been better. I have friends in death, but,
(if Axel died, did he have a heart?)
there aren't friends in your memories, Sora.
Do you miss me?
No. You can't miss a part of yourself if you still have it.
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After I had traveled so far...
What do I do with your happy ending?
I don't mean to anguish, but company hates misery,
and I'm here alone.
You battled without your memories, Sora, and you won. You know them so well. But could you last if they were all you had? I'm just one after-image in a sea of consciousness. I feel like it's washing me away.
Once I'm gone from you,
that'll be the end of me.
The hardest part about being gone,
is that everyone else is still alright without me.
If you were gone from their world, there would be a Sora-shaped hole. They would feel your loss like a physical anomaly. A vacuum, sucking in their love and never returning it.
Can you tell me: Is there a Roxas-shaped hole?
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Can you hear me, Sora?
If you can remember me,
just let me know. Say something. Say anything.
Let me know I was real.
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#171, Can You Hear Me?
I always felt like Roxas never got a happy ending...
Inspired by and lines used from 'Set Fire to the Third Bar', by Snow Patrol.
Please look up that beautiful song if you haven't heard it.
(Sorry it wasn't in character, obviously this was the author getting up on a soap box. I blame Oscar Wilde for setting a bad example for me.)