Reality.
The truths that no one wishes to face.
The pain and the cruelty that veil the beauty beneath.
It takes strength to not look past the pain, but to look it in the eye. To accept it.
To finally see what was beyond our grasp.
Happiness.
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Roxas' eyes wandered along the ceiling, wondering what he should be doing. Attempting to escape?
No, it was to soon for that. If he did, Axel's security would only tighten and he would never be able to leave, to finish what he started. He needed to let the other boy's guard down. With his luck, maybe Axel was a serial killer and would end Roxas' life for him.
Roxas' fingers tapped against the bed in a familiar rhythm, calming his senses.
He would relax. Appear level-headed.
And run.
Roxas felt anger course through his veins.
He was done pretending, wasn't he? That's why he went out there that night. The nightmare that was his life- he didn't want to fake a smile, to pretend to feel something that had left him so long ago. To have everyone around him believe that he was normal, happy, when all along he simply wanted it to end.
He could attack the boy, catch him by surprise, make a run for it- no. Roxas sighed.
He had to pretend, if he would ever get through this. He neither had the strength nor the knowledge of where he was to be able to get through this. His body was weak and he had no idea where he was.
One last time, a few more fake smiles, and he would finally be able to quell the anger burning through him.
Break through Axel's barriers, make him weak.
Hide from reality.
And be free.
Roxas felt his eyes close lazily, his body being pulled downwards from pure exhaustion and having nothing to do.
He let himself fall under the waves of sleep.
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