This is the first of multiple song fics. The song for this fic in particular is " Tonight I Wanna Cry " by Keith Urban. You'll want to listen to it while you read to get a better experience.
"Roxas..." Axel stared at his lover from across the living room. He wanted Roxas to at least look him in the eye. Here was his Roxy, all packed and hand on the door, literally. Why couldn't he understand?
" I'm done. Nothing you do can change my mind," Roxas shakily replied as he opened the door. Axel felt what should've been his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach, but he'll be damned before he shows it; shows his weakness for Roxas. "Nothing is stopping you from leaving, Roxas," He seethed. Damn you, Larxene, he cursed to himself. Why couldn't Roxas let me explain that I was drunk and she was the one who took advantage of me, instead of listening to that bitch's pitiful excuse for a story, saying like I came after her?
Roxas head slowly turned and Axel's mint green eyes finally locked with his ocean blue gems. "You're right, Axel," He stated coldly. Usually it gave the redhead chills of pleasure to hear his Roxy say his name, but he felt nothing but anger and heartbreak. "It's not like anyone would miss me," He added as he picked up the last box, closed the door, and left the redhead gaping at the closed door. "That's not true..." He whispered, almost inaudibly. His head lowered, nearly touching his chest. A single tear cascaded down his cheek.
" I would. "
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A few hours later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Axel sat in front of the TV, staring blankly at the static screen. He couldn't handle the quiet anymore. Everything got so quiet, after... He couldn't handle thinking about it. He raised up in his chair and poured himself yet another glass of Cinnamon Whiskey. He brought the drink to his lips, savoring the fire traveling down his throat. I deserve this pain, he thought to himself as he downed the whole half glass like it was just a shot. His mind kept wondering back to the events of earlier, no matter how much he tried to avoid it. The image of Roxas, HIS Roxas, walking out that door... He jumped up and launched the glass at the wall, feeling almost relaxed as he heard the glass shatter against the wall opposite him.
He staggered towards the mantle and turned on the old radio, hoping the music would calm him some before he did something too drastic. Some upbeat song just ended and a haunting melody began, one that the redhead recognized immediately: It's the one he dedicated to Roxas their first month together. It had been their song. He couldn't fight back the flood of memories, nor did he want to. He relived every moment with Roxas, right there in his mind. The tears he had been fighting back for the past few hours all spilled over his face, falling to the ground. I lost him, my Roxas, my reason for existence, all over my stupid pride.
Within the next moment, the world seemed to fall away from him as he went into a blind rage. He yelled as he flipped the end table beside the chair he had been in. He kept yelling and screaming in anguish cries as he destroyed his, no, their home. He caught the radio on fire and threw it into the fireplace. In a blind fit of rage, he slew all of the pictures of them off the mantle and into the fireplace. The only thing that snapped him out of his trance was hearing the glass shatter in the fireplace. He hurriedly saved as many of the photos as he could, although he only managed to save a little less than half. Axel crumpled to the floor as he looked through the photos, breaking into sobs as he remembered every little detail of each moment that those photos had captured. He held them close as he continued weeping until the tears slowly lulled him to sleep, a sleep where he would never have to part with his lover.