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HEARTS BEATING faster AND faster

In a Line of a Song That Does Not Matter

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Drabble Collection Focusing on Tragedy. (.02) "You love the –idea- of her, but you do not –love- her." No one ever said that Truth was a pleasant thing to hear. NaminexRoxas

A/N: The letter is cheesy, I know. Pathetically, though: I did not make it up myself. I mimicked the basics of it from one sent to my cousin Tawni, who lives in a small town herself. So please don't comment about how stupid it is, because I already know, and usually two eighteen year olds don't exactly have thousands of dollars to waste on fancy invitations. Mmkays? k. (:

Dedication: Inu-kagomefan ; sorry hun for the lateness, I'm as lazy as a Panda Bear when it comes to writing. Hope you had a kickass fourteenth birthday!

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Love is a simple, beautiful thing that few will ever succeed in feeling," words stated by a famous poet; one Roxas particularly harbored a deep, almost passionate fondness towards, though he could not recall the name even with his mere life on the line – all his hours of reviewing and memorizing resulting in vain. The alluring sentence structures, all colliding in with one another must have sparked something in Roxas for ever since his eyes met with those words across that forgotten page, his interests were captivated with every poem ranging from rhyme to abstract.

It could be said that it was like a drug that made him high every time he could relate, or per haps even a place to get away from the painful reality he resumed in. Whichever it was – if it were to be one of them – it did not help reflect across his face all that petty joy he had stored inside his soul: for the expression wiped across Roxas' features appeared as though his heart had literately been ripped out from his chest and cut into many, many pieces by a knife.

That is, if he had had one.

"I love her." He muttered, the vocabulary barely falling off his lips in a weak whisper as the gold-framed sheet crumpled in his hand, making his short fingernails digging in the palms of his snow-white gloves. A light breeze began to make his bright blonde bangs sway in front of his bright blue eyes – the ones that mimicked in color of Sora, the boy he was commonly being misplaced as – as his provoked tears continued to threaten to cascade down his tan cheeks; which, the very idea of the action itself, made him feel even more ashamed of his contradicting thoughts between happiness for and anger because.

"You love the idea of her," came the blunt response to the rather emotional remark, except with the airy tone used in it it was hard to decipher if she was being rude or matter-of-fact. "But you do not love her."

Sapphire orbs lifted, greeting blue-indigo, and slanted in response, as if they had been offended more than understanding, "I know I do." Roxas stated, more firmly than he would have liked, then again he hadn't expected in proving himself to someone who was in the same predicament. "I can feel it."

"Those are Sora's feelings that you feel, Roxas, just as mine are Kairi's." The girl lightly remarked, her words obviously being forced by the glimmer of fraud fluttering through her eyes: her own pride making her look away from fear of being caught. "We are nobodies. We do not know how to love."

"Then why does it hurt this bad?"

The genuine dripping in his voice had caught her off guard: she had expected a more aggressive approach towards this discussion since they had had this type of conversation many, many times – all ending in one crying and saying it's not fair, or getting so fired up with rage that they walk out the door and not return till hours later. Her gaze – as guessed – did not raise as she herself searched for the answer; her blonde hair framing her face acting as a shield towards the demanding eyes being struck against her.

"Because we don't want to be the life we're suppose to lead."

She had spoken so softly that she wasn't sure she had indeed spoken, but he had heard crystal clear – the tear stained cheeks and slamming of the door clarifying just that.

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YOU ARE INVITED TO SORA AND KAIRI'S wedding ;

TWO WEEKS FROM THIS day AT MIDNIGHT.
MEET US BESIDE THE fountain FOR THE CEREMONY&RECEPTION.
RSVP BY THE END OF THE week. CALL THE HOTEL FOR MORE details.

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A/N: I am not too pleased with this, so I'm thinking about rewriting the drabble shortly. Not anytime too soon though; I must finish doing writing some other projects before I can. It'll do for now, I guess.

Thanks Lovers.
Mwah.

- lvkishugs