He hated himself. And I couldn't fathom why.. He seemed perfect to me: gorgeous, funny, sensitive… Zexion, was my boyfriend, my lover, my best friend, my everything, Was. One month and five days ago he took away his life. He slit both his wrists and quietly bleed to death in his shower. He just pulled himself from my life with out any warning, or a good reason. Yeah, he left a note.

Demyx-

I love you. This has nothing to do with you; I just couldn't take the rest of my life anymore. Sorry.

-Zexion

I hate that bastard. I was going to propose to him that night: a red velvet box containing a thick silver band sat in my pocket. He was the only thing that mattered in my life- I could care less about my parents- and I wanted to make him always in my life. I hated him for taking himself away. I spent weeks just lying on my couch, slowly wasting away, recalling our treasured moments together, trying to find the signs that I missed.

"Is this seat taken?"

The gorgeous slate-haired boy peered up from his book. He eyed me carefully then nodded. I sat for about two hours, just waiting until he finished the book. Eventually he noticed my staring.

"Can I help you with something?"

"Can I have your number?"

He was surprised, but wrote the number on my hand.

I called him the second I got home, and set up a date to go ice skating. I picked him up the next night. We drove in un-awkward silence, reaching the rink quickly. Once we got there seemed nervous.

"Demyx I-uh- I can't skate. Well I- um- never- uh- exactly ever learned - uh- how"

"That's fine! I'll teach you!"

And so we skated, until our only warm body part was our entwined hands. Later on, we headed over to a quaint coffee shop to warm up. There he told me of his favorite books and authors, and I earned a glimpse into his past life. I promised to play my sitar for him, and we finally headed home around midnight. When we reached his house that evening, we shared our first kiss on his doorstep. One month late we made passionate love for the first time, and exactly one year later he told me he loved me.

Tonight, I will join my lover in the sweet oblivion.