Alright, first upload, woohoo!
But, anywho, if you hadn't guessed, this is kind of a song fic ((Okay, it is)) for Wonderwall by Oasis.
It's a wonderful song, and you really should check it out.
((Rated just in case, I suppose....))
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I've been there for him his entire life.
I was in the delivery room, watching him emerge into this hell we call 'Earth'.
I watched him come home for the first time, lose his first tooth, break his first bone, go on his first date.
So, why should he start believing in me now?
He gave me up years ago, passing me off as 'a lingering childhood fantasy.'
He told me so himself, and he sounded so cute using such mature language it should have been illegal.
But now.
Now he believes in me again.
Maybe he's given in, or thinks he's crazy.
Maybe he's seen the situation for what it really is.
Or maybe not.
He's seen a lot in his life.
His mother murdered when he was at a young age in a robbery.
His father turning into a drunk.
Having to drop out of school to turn to a life of prostitution.
I wanted to change that.
But I'm just the 'imaginary friend,' what can I do?
He deserves better than this.
Better than dirty old men putting their filthy hands on him.
Better than being as good as an orphan.
Better than the dingy old shit-hole he lives in now.
Better than his 'crazy imagination' haunting him.
But he talks to me.
I can't talk back, not yet, at least, but he's talking.
He tells me what's on his mind, how he feels, what he wants, what he doesn't.
He just talks.
But lately, our 'conversations' have turned darker.
He's always depressed, with good reason, and they've become few and far between.
I know where it's heading.
I'm not stupid.
And as he's stepping to that ledge, as he's holding those pills to his mouth, as he's bracing his knife to his chest....
"Roxas,"
And that's all it takes.
"And maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me. And after all, you're my Wonderwall."