Axel. He was the last person I wanted to talk to before I died. A note wouldn't suffice, I had to talk to him.

"A-Axel?" my voice faltered as I murmured into my phone, he had finally picked up after a few calls.

"Hey, Roxy, what's up?" Axel asked, the worry in his voice was evident as Roxas never called when he was working.

"I just wanted to say goodbye. I love you," and with that Roxas hung up his phone and tossed it on his bed. It was shoved into the corner of his room because it was right under the ceiling fan beforehand. "I better get started."

Axel was greatly alarmed by such an obscure phone call, so he told his boss there was a family emergency and left. He didn't care if he got fired, he wanted his Roxy to be okay. The tall man bolted to his car and slammed the door as well as the gas pedal after he started it up. He paid no attention to any laws as he tried to get to Roxas. The redhead thought his significant other had stopped feeling this way and blamed himself for the fact he never knew in the beginning.

The blonde stood on a chair with a tightened noose around his neck, it was tied to the ceiling fan. He breathed in softly before kicking the chair out from under him. Roxas began to choke and his body thrashed as he clawed at the noose. His physical self wanted to stay alive, but he did not. Motions soon began to slow before Axel bursted through his door.

"Roxas!" he screamed as he saw the said man choking. "Axel," the blonde barely managed to whisper before becoming unconscious. The redhead got over there as fast as he could before lifting up Roxas and untying him. He checked the pulse of his lover and it had stopped. Axel began performing CPR on the blonde after lying him on the ground. It was no use. Roxas was already gone. Tears streamed down Axels face as he held him, sobbing.