A.N. Here's the second Zemyx shot. It is connected to the first as I said in my first author's note. Also, I know that Nobodies do not have hearts, but if there is one thing we love about Demyx it's the fact he constantly tries to affirm that he does have a heart no matter what anybody else says.
Ghosts
Dark shadows creeped along stormy ocean-colored walls. A small, slender figure lay engulfed by sapphire cotton, curled up like a sleeping cat, though the figure himself was far from asleep. Shining marine eyes had been clouded with the darkness of depression that would never fade; sandy strands of hair were dirty and unkempt, flowing rivers of sorrow were carved into his now-pale face, and an unwashed black coat was wrapped around his body. None of this bothered him. His mind contained only a single thought that ran in a circle whose master was called eternity.
Zexion was gone. The one he had loved was gone, doomed to never return. Killed by one of their own; proclaimed a coward, a fool and a traitor; tarnished by the accusations of the murderer and those who had been his enemies.
Demyx could do nothing to stop them, he was weak. The others had always told him this; due to his lack of physical prowess (he was unable to match any other Organization member in fighting skills) and his unwavering belief that they did have emotions even if they didn't have hearts. But now the word truly penetrated his soul like an acidic arrow that slowly broke and contaminated his very system, breaking it down piece by piece with excruciating agony that would leave men screaming for days.
He was weak.
He had failed in protecting the one thing dearest to him. The one who had secretly watched him, protected him from the others. Zexion had been able to protect Demyx for unnumbered years, yet the latter had been unable to protect Zexion for a single night.
The young man curled into a tighter ball, fighting off the frost of sorrow that was slowly encasing his nonexistent heart like unbreakable crystal. Memories of their interactions played like a broken movie on repeat. Each smile he had given Zexion, each greeting, each secret thought held close to his nonexistent heart replicated itself, but the most constant image, the kiss Zexion had bestowed upon him before his death was the final straw that started driving the poison called despair to course deeper and deeper through his veins.
Zexion was gone, and because of that there was no point in Demyx staying around, was there? Yes, there was no reason to fight anymore, after all he was already dying, haunted by the ghosts of the past.
A.N. Once again, please give compliments and constructive criticism, and I'm open to suggestions for future subjects, so don't be shy!