A/N: I know I said don't hold your breath for an update, but I found this and realized I hadn't posted it here yet and figured you guys deserved it. This is told from Roxas' point of view, inspired by an icon I found. It's basically Roxas realizing that he's pretty much alone now that he's inside Sora and remembering the friends he made and lost and the similarities to his Other's life. Some of this drabble vaguely includes events from Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days, such as the three silhouettes and the "winner" popsicle stick and the shell that was given to him by Xion. Nothing that would spoil the plot, though. Enjoy!
Heart Sick Stomach Ache
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He remembers having this.
Sometimes he sees dark silhouettes lounging, legs dangling off moon high, mile wide precipices leading to sharp drops and twilight colored demises.
Sometimes there is only one silhouette, sometimes there are two. He always likes it best when there are three—burning, bubbling, brooding laughter that tastes like sweet sea-salt. He remembers doing this.
He keeps the stick marked winner in his pocket—black then tan, but all the same, a gift to be given. It's the best thing he ever had.
Sometimes he sees bright figures sprawling, backs against earth thick, twice as tall bark carrying star shaped dreams and paper thin destinies.
There are always three figures, and he likes it best that way, because anything else isn't right—cool, confident, carefree laughter that tastes like star dust and dreams. He remembers wanting this.
He keeps the shell in his pocket, purple, white, and yellow—a gift to him, a gift from him. He should have told her no give backs. It's the best thing he never had.
He remembers losing all of this.
…
But even he forgets.
