Buletproof Heart: Let me the one to save you.
The epilogue.
Pairing: Axel/Roxas
Author's Note: So here it is. I don't think I've ever cried so much while writing. Its up to you whose point of view this is but I think we all know who it is. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it (despite the tears). It would make my day potentially my entire week if you dropped me a review *insert not so subtle hint for reviews here*
Enjoy
Sci-fi
He was greeted by the flashing of his phone when he looked into his kitchen. Pressing play he listened to the message that he'd been waiting for for almost eight years.
Three days later he found himself almost halfway across the country in front of an apartment building that should have been more familiar than it was. Looking at the number scrawled on his hand he headed into the building. It was a far cry from his normal surroundings but in his haste it didn't matter. Neither did the condescending looks of the receptionist and other lobby goers. Nothing mattered except what he would find twelve floors up.
The lift ride lasted forever. It lasted a moment.
The doors slid open with a mechanic whir and a sharp ping.
Heart thudding, chest heaving and hands shaking he walked down the hallway. Eyes roving for the elusive number he was looking for.
4...
5...
6...
He started running unable to contain any sense of composure
7...
8
Jolting to a stop in front of a plain grey door emblazoned with a simple golden figure eight.
He was here. He was separated from the one person who had been able to worm their way permanently into his mind, into his heart, into his soul by an inch of wood
But, god, it was so hard to reach out his hand to grasp his future. A mind full of what-ifs making him wonder if this was too good to be true, just some cruel prank made to cut him to the core. Or What if the man on the other side of the door had changed? What if he wasn't the man he fell in love with? What if the man within didn't love him anymore? What if? What if? What if?
His hand acted of its own accord and he was surprised when a sharp knock reached his ears.
Eternal seconds later a shuffling was hear from inside the apartment. The sound of a lock being unlocked. A chain released.
The unmistakable sound of a door opening.
Blue met green.
And he was home.