Sorry I haven't found the time or inspiration recently to sit down a write what with the end of the semester coming up fast and having to figure out all kinds of final projects for school... Ugh. This one is short, but I did write another one it's just... a little more M rated than T. So... I don't know, I guess I didn't want to just randomly spring a higher rating on you without noticed to any of you who have actually been following this. So let me know what you think of changing the rating and maybe I will write more of those.


The Lonely - Christina Perri


Roxas sat in the center of the nearly empty room. The old bed springs creaked underneath him at every slight movement, the sound of the city outside his window not making him feel any less alone. Red numbers flashed at him, sometime after 2, the little light in the corner letting him know it was am. Getting up, bed springs angrily creaking at him, he unplugged the clock, he couldn't face the time anymore. Whipping off a tear from his face, even though another would take its place in a second, he walked over to the window, silently closing the curtain. He couldn't face the outside either.

He caught a glance of himself in the mirror. His skin was pale, he hadn't really been out in the sun for awhile now. It just never felt worth it. He lost his appetite as well, so his skin clung to his bones like wet fabric and his clothes hung off of him like his older brother's used to when he was little. There was no light in his blue eyes, like there once was. They were dark now, like the night sky he often stared at. No stars out tonight. Not anymore. His hair hung in his face, dull. He needed to get it cut probably, but what was the point when there was no one worth doing it for anymore?

He decided to stand in the center of the room instead, slowly turning in circles, swaying to a song only he could hear anymore, just like they used to. Under his breath he sung a song only he remembered, just like he used to. Sometimes he wondered if his loneliness would one day grow so large it would dance with him, just like he used to.

Some nights he couldn't even bring himself to enter this room, knowing that he would be alone, and fearing the emptiness would consume him finally. Some nights, he welcomed the loneliness because it was at least something. He would wrap it around himself like a blanket and fall asleep in the cold. Nothing was warm anymore.

He continued to sway, his words getting a little stronger. He could almost hear his voice joining in. Just like he used to.

He tried not to look at the pictures that still hung on the wall. He had once torn many of them down, and half of those that were left were crooked or broken. It was too hard to look at the pieces of the story that he would never get to read the rest of.

His head fell back, tears falling past his lips as he sang their song louder. He was sure he could hear his voice again, singing along with him. An arm came around his waist, a hand grabbing his. A body flush against his. It was cold, but familiar.

"Axel?"

The arm held him closer as they continued to sway back and forth, turning in small circles in the middle of the room. "Are you ready to go, Roxas?"

Roxas had been waiting for this day. The day the loneliness would finally take him away.

"Yes."