Thinking Of You
The meeting's meaning was lost on Axel. He had tuned out almost has soon as he had sat down.
The only thing he saw were the two empty chairs that had, only last week, been filled.
Roxas. Xion. Gone now. One was dead—absorbed back into smoke and memories. And…Roxas…? It wasn't clear yet. But Xemnas didn't see, to think he was dead.
Ifhe'snotdead,Axel swallowed, thenwhereishe?
He had left, that much was certain. Axel had tried—he'd tried—to stop Roxas as he had left, but the boy refused.
Noone'llmissme.
That had been the pain of losing Xion talking. Axel could see it so clearly in Roxas's eyes—like nothing had ever happened these past 365 days. Like Xion's death had meant more than hundreds of sunsets and secret, shared smiles.
That'snottrue…
Roxas was an enemy now. And if he was ever found…the punishment would be so very harsh.
Iwould.
Axel was suddenly very envious of Xion.