Date: 2/15/10
Summary: Math tells us the most tragic love story......
A/N: This was inspired by Mr. Kim's rant on NO SOLUTION. Ahha. Yup, not Geometry, but instead inequalities..... Special Thanks to All my story supporters. uh, THANKS. xD
Words (Not including the title, date, blah blah blah): 545
ACT VI: Scarlet
Sora wondered if there was someone like that for him.
Parallel lines.
Math tells us the most tragic love story......
They were destined to never to intersect in life; yet was always there when it needed the other.
It sounded ridiculous. The world isn't as optimistic as he thought.
Alone in an alley, in the middle of the night.
Purpose? To escape from the world.
It felt as if something heavy pressed down on him, he couldn't breath. It was as if there was a snake, crawling around in his chest, injecting poison, castrating the tissues around his heart. He fell down to the ground, his knees scraped against the hard floor. He clutched at his heart, and clawing at his chest, trying in a futile attempt to relieve the pain. He gave a blood-curling, agonized squeak before falling. His heart beating frantically to support his dying body.
He couldn't cheat death once again.
Sora had Cor pulmonale-A disease which effects the right ventricle of the heart.
He breathed loudly, sweat dripped freely off his petite, painful face.
Who cared?
He laid onto the ground, horror-struck as life seemed to pass him by.
The times with Donald, Goofy; the memories of his first kiss with Kairi; the memories of......
him
He choked back a bitter laugh.
He hated him.
Sora took his pride, freedom, life....
He took away everything away from him.
Does he still have the right to love him?
Sora felt as if a mysterious liquid slowly filled his body, giving his a sense of being whole, as if he had just finished an appetising meal.
Someones shadow loomed over him.
"Go to sleep, you need not to suffer any longer." Its rich, velvety voice rang loud and clear in Sora's eardrums.
The corner of his lips quirked up. The creamy smell of vanilla wafted through the air.
"...Thanks a lot.....Roxas." Sora choked out. Then slowly adjusted his vision to look at him.......one last time.
His organization coat swayed slightly along with the wind. A breeze blew by, caressing Sora's face, as if ushering him to go to sleep.
The breeze also lifted Roxas' bangs, giving Sora a crystal-clear view of his sky-blue eyes.
There was something behind Roxas eyes that Sora fell in love with, something passionate, that shone, iridescent like a coruscating sapphire--like a piece of opaque, blue stained glass.
....just to find tears streaming down his handsome face.
A final scream signaled Sora's fading consciousness.
Sora could no longer feel. He couldn't see. He couldn't hear.
Who cared?
A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble about math......Oh well. I guess I failed in that xD
Heartattack was inspired by Roxas' Flower. Yes. It's a long story.
Anyways,
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