Okay, before I start. I have no idea as to whether to carry this on, or make this it. Reviews welcome, CC please! By the way, if I carry this on, I have a few ideas on what to do, but I don't promise I can get round to writing it.

Anyway, thanks for getting this far!

Ashlee x

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"Hi, I don't really know where to start. Uh, this is so awkward. I guess the best thing to do is just say it, right? Okay, here goes…

"I really like you. I can't explain my feelings in literary terms; everything just explodes inside me, which is probably why you think I'm weird. Because I don't want to ruin everything I've got with you, even if it's not that much. My reasons? I kinda guessed you'd feel bad about having a guy like you and never talk to me again.

"The first time I spoke to you was when I first joined the Organization. Me and the Moogle were arguing about prices and you stepped in to defend the Moogle. I remember exactly what you said, 'The Moogle is always right, kid.' And then you left me, spiralling down, down into the darkness that would soon become all my feelings.

"I know I'm categorically sad, telling this to you with a… whatever this recording thing is instead of just coming out and saying it to your face. I know you won't believe me, either, because I'm just 'an inexperienced little boy'. Well, that's what Saix said to you about me. And the look on your face could have only been pity, although I hoped it meant so much more, like for example, you wanted me in your life.

"We've only met in person a few times, because I'm too scared and shy to go up and talk to you. I think you really are an amazing person. The way your hair defies gravity and how it's so soft looking! The way you like the same hobbies as I do. The way your arms are really pretty, really thin. But you have muscles. You seem incredibly nice, and you're the best thing that's happened to me this year. But this can't always go on. One day I'm going to have to give this to you, no matter what it takes.

I know this doesn't make sense, and I'm sorry. I just want to get my feelings out to you.

Every time I see you, I pretend to be normal but that's not the sensation I feel inside. I feel like a million fireworks are going off and, and, I want you to turn about and look me in the eye, move closer, and kiss me. I don't care where you do it, or how you use me. I just want your touch. For you to touch me. Your fingers swirling around my body. Inside, and out. That's really wrong, isn't it?

I want to keep each of these tapes short, so today, I really like you. I saw you about three times, around noon yesterday. And yet, you didn't look at me once. And you know what? I really love you, Axel."

Roxas leaned forward and kissed the tape player, and then pressed pause before throwing himself back onto his luxury duvet cover. He was going to sort this out, one way or another.