Well, this was inspired long before it actually was written, but it got a booster shot from a totally awsome AM, which you can find on YouTube by searching for: KH2 - Akuroku - Incomplete
It truly is awesome.
But I digress, go find Kairi
I mean.. read on...
When Roxas left me, left the Organization, three pictures that stuck in my head. Just three. The first is the one that brings me the most semblance of joy. It consisted of him under me, that first time. The second is the only one that brought me peace; his sleeping face. The third is the one that tore my non-existent heart out, the one that brings me closest to sorrow. That was his back as he walked away from the Organization, away from me. I'd never known pain like this until that night.
When I went to search for him, I found only that he had forgotten me. Me, his best friend, his lover, the only one he gave a damn about. It took everything I had not to cry as he looked at me with those cold eyes. Those same eyes that had once looked at me with so much love, now shared with me only hate, only pain. It was enough to break my heart, if I had one.
When I died protecting Sora, all I wanted was to see him again. To see my dear Roxas again. The only one I liked, the only one who ever made me feel like I had a heart. I wanted him back, I wanted my Roxas back, but he was gone. Death was the only thing left for me. The only regret I have is that I never told Sora to pass along one message to Roxas. One message of the closest a nobody can get to love. I never told Sora to ask Roxas to remember me, to not forget me. I never did a lot of things⦠but I wanted to do that the most.
