Crimson beads at the cut, dripping down the thin, pale arm with only one purpose. Dull, blue-gray eyes stare up at the ceiling above him with the paint flaking off and revealing the true yellowed color beneath. The wall he leans against is in just as bad of shape, the wallpaper peeling and stained. Mussed slate colored hair falls over the right side of his heart shaped face, slips parted ever so slightly. His other hand falls to the ground palm up, the sharp switchblade tumbling from his fingers. More than anything he wants the darkness, begs for it to come and cloud his sight all in silence.
He can hear the cars speed passed the complex he resides in as well as his neighbor's music blaring far over the noise restriction. None of this matters as he slides down the wall, his shoulder smacking against the worn, gray carpet. He slowly blinks as a cloud passes over the sun, the light streaming through his window fading away just as he believes he will. The thought doesn't even bring a lick of fear to his heart and soul for he's determined, believing this to be the only way to stop hurting himself and others.
His heart aches at the thought of the one brunet who usually comes to see him. With his dislike of going out into the city, this man had begun visiting him a year ago and in that time he has been growing feelings for this man with dazzling ocean eyes. Maybe this is what scares him the most, losing something that he never truly had gained. Whether this is true or not he keeps his secrets locked away tight.
Even as the sun flutters back down on his face he has no sorrow or tears that stream from his body. He keeps himself composed even as his mind fogs up slowly, the world seeming to continue to tilt back and forth like a seasaw. Chewed nails drag overdue carpet as he wraps an arm around himself, suddenly feeling chilly even with the eighty degree weather just outside. An ironic smile slips onto his lips with contempt for his he's going to be leaving this plane of existence, contempt with the fact that he knew he would never find a reason to live.
A hard bang reaches his ears just as loudly as pounding footfalls. Chocolate shaded hair spikes in every direction except for blocking the view of azure eyes with the shine of a sapphire. Slight sun kissed hands grab roughly at his arms as he's yanked into the man's lap, one hand pulling out a red cellphone. He immediately struggles to close the man's cellphone but with his state already weakening drastically he's forced to endure a diluted phone call for an ambulance. "Stop..." is all he can whisper to the brunet; lips chapped and throat dry.
A defiant shake of the head is all he gets, "Don't you have something to fight for Zexion? Why are you doing this?"
Zexion states up at him with bewilderment, "There's...nothing."
"What about our friends and your job! You love what you do. W-"
"Stop..."
"Do you hate life so much that you can't even tell me? I thought we were friends? I...I can't lose you! I love you too much!"
"Friends... Don't love... Each other Sora."
Tears streak down over Sora's flushed cheeks as angry crackles in his blood. In one sudden movement he has his warm, full lips pressed tightly against Zexion's cold, bitten ones. "You can't leave me Zexion."
"That's selfish."
"I don care what it is, I want you."
Zexion can only think on those words as men rush into the room. Soda is pushed to the side as they wrap up his arm and carry him out on a gurney, eyes closing every so often out of being drained. They're screeching commands don't reach his ears as he lies there, finally realizing just what he had been looking for. Even better, it found him before he could even find it...and it saved his life.