IV.
Vacation
Ah, how he loves winter. It's the only time of year they are granted time off, even if it's for religious reasons and Demyx isn't a Christian, or a Jew for that matter. Any time off, he'll take. Any time away from the glares and mutterings and general feeling of incompetence he gets.
He walks through the town square, nearly dancing in the snow. His fingers are numb from the cold, but he doesn't care. It's winter, and the snow feels so good, almost as good as rain…
"Demyx? What are you doing here?" It's Roxas.
He only smiles sheepishly.