September 3rd

{CASE #927592-18573}

Journal Entry 72 – RE:Re:Letter to You

It's been two years since I placed Roxas's letter on Axel's headstone. And almost two years since I've written a journal entry. Roxas and I were a little teary when we were at the cemetery, but he kept telling me it's for the best. We've been dating, him and I. When we first met, he told me he was looking for a lost love. He was a wreck. Bloodshot eyes, messy, tangled hair, worn-out clothes; the works. Messed up by drugs. I picked him up and helped him. He wouldn't let me take care of him farther than helping him over his addiction and getting him a job / home. He never let go of Axel. Not even after the news five years ago. Not even after reading Axel's letter over and over, countless times. Only after that night did Roxas finally let go. The night after I woke up feeling strange. Had I really seen Axel? Roxas had phoned me with the news of his dream. After we delivered the letter to Axel, Roxas told me he felt closure. The good kind. The kind he should feel. After everything he – and Axel – had gone through years ago, he was happy to find his place in the world. He was happy that Axel had found his place, too. His place was living through Roxas.

We're happy. Not just Roxas and I, but Axel as well. It's far off, but I'm looking forward to the day that I get to meet Axel. Not just through a dream, but in "person".

There are times when it's still hard. Both financially and emotionally. We make do with what we have. It's enough. Every now and again, when things get to their worst, Axel helps out. Roxas tells me that when things are that bad, he dreams of him. Sometimes I do, too. Nothing threatening. Just to see how we're doing. I'm glad for it. He reassures me that I'm doing the right thing. Going in the right direction.

I hope things stay the way they are. It's comfortable. Roxas and I thought about getting married someday... Someday. But not today. Today, we'll just live. Live with our comfortable life the way it is.

I guess it's time for me to end this entry. It's almost 7 pm. I need to get ready. Roxas and I are going out.

It's the anniversary of many things, after all.

Endings, beginnings, deaths, new lives. It all – strangely – ties together on the same day; the third of September.

-Reno

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