A/N: A random idea to a random author.
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It's funny, those kind of days you had.
The times when you woke up, you're eyes were bloodshot, no matter how lovely of a shade your irises are, and you hated every and all. Then you remembered, 'oh yeah, he doesn't love me.' Then, it, whatever the hell it is or was hit you like Armageddon. As you laid there, stuck in that trench of depression, (which happens to reside in your navy blue sheeted bed) you remembered that he was with someone else who was capable of loving him so much more. For as long as your mind allowed you reminisce, he had been there, right there every fucking day of your life. Every fever bed ridden, angry, and brokenhearted day, he was there. And you would actually (stupid on your behalf) think that just for now, I know he loves me. And you were a moron, and still are, to have any remembrance of those silent moments. But the guy he's with? He was better than you, you know that? He sure was much more of a fucking man than you are! And you told yourself that for a long time.
It drove you psycho when the great family of the high school you went to gathered in the courtyard, and immediately you would sit by him, talk to him, or even stand by him, just to see, hear, or feel him breathe. Yeah, now you would call it obsession, but back then it was your drug. In class he would rarely pay attention or fall asleep, and many moments, you wanted to document all of it down. He was your specimen, and you were off-the-wall, school girl giggly, smitten. When he didn't show, you didn't show. Either that or you'd force your way out with some type of provoking antics.
All you had to do was glimpse at his blue eyes, and your day was fucking dandy.
It's funny how you hate the color blue now.
You think its hilarious how you built so many great ideas up about him, but he tore them all down as he strode down the hall, hand-in-hand with the person he wanted. After you saw the only person you thought you'd ever need, need someone else, your heart shattered to microscopic bits of dust and your lips stayed sealed. 'Congratulations'
Yes.
Were you thinking 'conrgats on royally pissing me off'? Or was it 'Congrats on leaving my now bitter heart to a minuscule size'? Either one could've worked right? You used to tell yourself 'he makes me happy' but now, you still somewhat want to rip his and his fucking handy dandy partner's throats out and feed them to the starving kids of the world. Any scenario would suffice.
And then, as you were in that seemingly bottomless pit of self torture, anger, and emptiness…
So was he.
He had witness the ultimate love of his life walk off into a happily ever after that had nothing to do with him. He was there when everything he needed was forced from under him. His heart imploded every time his blue-eyed crush would gaze into his lover's eyes.
Come to think of it, you both hate the color blue.
The dejection the both of you shared was so fucking funny, you can't help but laugh.
"Hey Riku." You softly roll his name off your tongue, and you love every letter. He grumbles and moans, finally turning around to glare at you.
"What do you fucking want Axel. It's four in the morning." His incoherent speech is too amusing. His silver hair and aqua eyes is what you've known and loved for the past three years, and you don't plan to stop. His glare softens and he smiles a little bit, waiting for some type of stupid new found enlightenment to pass your lips.
"Let's get new sheets 'kay?"
He smiles, nods, and now you both can sleep.
Fin.
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