Err…. I was depressed last night, and I wrote something depressing. Well, I tried to make it depressing. Trying to pour my emotions into a pen and onto a paper is harder than it looks. :
Axel hurried into his room.
He was gone and nothing could bring him back. Axel might never see him again. Ever.
He sat on his bed and looked around. It was exactly how they had left it this morning. The bed covers were messed and clothes were scattered on the floor.
The walls and everything else it seemed were either white or a very dull color. Very boring and un- creative.
Axel buried his face into a pillow nearby. Why did it have to smell like Roxas? Axel threw it across the room and got up off the bed. Just sitting on their bed made him remember…
His soft lips, that fine hair, his small chest, his cold screams…
Why?
Axel growled and knocked something off the desk. It fell down and shattered into pieces.
It was a photo of Roxas.
Damn, why was he everywhere?
Axel felt like crying but he couldn't. The feelings just weren't there. The damn tears would not come.
Maybe he never loved…
Maybe it was forced…
No.
Never.
He had feelings. Feelings for Roxas.
He felt them! They were there! They were real! Not made up!
Axel sank to the floor on his knees.
Were they?
Axel slowly lay down on the ground, too weak to sit up. He closed his eyes.
And he thought he felt a single tear fall from his eye.
OMG. That sucked. : I got kind of sick of writing Albel/ Sophia. Soooo, I wrote Axel/ Roxas kind of sad and depressing thing. Hope it was okay. Later.