They shivered under the rain, and Roxas looked up at the man from beneath matted blonde strands, expression lonely. Axel's arms tightened around his waist, and he brought gloved fingers to the pale face, streaking his tears across his cheeks.
"I dare you to say they aren't real," he told him, voice choked.
Roxas drew his fingers back, brows noting together in a frown. "You're a nobody. They can't be real!"
"Bullshit!" the redhead screamed, holding onto the little blonde like he would never let go.
But Roxas was leaving tomorrow, no matter what he did. And he knew it.