Plip. Plop. Plip. Plop.
Demyx listened to the dull sound of the drizzling rain. He could feel it somewhere in the back of his mind, not just with his ears. He could feel each and every drop as it fell, if he just focused in on it. Whenever he did, he could focus on nothing else.He'd been doing it quite often lately.
Demyx really, really loved the rain. He'd loved it before, but now, it was his savior. He could completely withdraw from his life, just listening to rain.
The rain kept him company now, because Zexion couldn't anymore.