"Fuck you, Demyx! You didn't even have the fucking courage to tell me? You piece of shit. And with Axel... Axel of all the fucking people! You bastard!" The boy, slate eyes alit with fire, turned and drove his fist hard into the wall. Blood was left behind. Tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Zexion, I-"
"No, shut up. Let me talk, for once. I have feelings, you know! If you didn't love me anymore, why didn't you have the fucking guts to say it?" Zexion grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter, much to the blonde boy's dismay. The tears on his cheeks were dry. "Get out! While you fucking can, you coward! You jackass! You better get out!"
"I'm sorry, Zexion..."
"Do you even have the guts to say you don't love me? Even now? 'Cause I know I still love you. And I always fucking will. Do you know how much that hurts? To have the one you love cheat on you with your best friend? And then to still love him afterwards? Like a bitch. It hurts like a fucking bitch." He reached up and pushed his bangs away from his eye, revealing a black, painful bruise. "So does this. Why did you do this to me? Why was I your fucking punching bag? ...why did I let you do this to me...?"
"I'm sorry, Zexy... It'll never happen again..."
"You better get. out. while you can."
The blonde turned and did just that, the door slamming behind him, leaving the apartment silent except for the sound of Zexion's sobbing.
Zexion got up from where he had fallen asleep on the kitchen floor, his face still reddened from crying, his eyes still stinging. He went into his bedroom and opened his nightstand, where he grabbed his favourite razor blade. He dug it deep into his wrist and cut upwards towards his elbow. He made other superficial cuts until he finally passed out from his blood loss.
He scribbled out a note - "This is all your fucking fault, Demyx."