Date: 6/29/10
Summary: "Sora, your violin isn't your life. If it was wrecked, it could be replaced, but if you were wrecked..." He gazed deeply into Sora's cerulean hues. "You're the only one for me, how could I live without you?"
A/N: Thanks to my long time supporters~ I WUFF YOU GUYS :3
Words (Not including the title, date, blah blah blah): 546

ACT VI: Pride

His eyes were ever so bitter.

Sora's cerulean eyes were leaden with resignation, as if all hopes were lost for him. His ever rosy cheeks were now harlequined with tear stains. His shoulders slouched, almost in a curled up position. He held his ashen arms, holding himself together. Roxas thought that if he removed those arms bonding his body, he would shatter. He looked so fragile, so vulnerable. His oversized white t-shirt, with his sagging jeans, was splotchy with filth. He could see the fatigue adorning Sora's feminine features. The delirious shaking from him had engaged the man in a fervid rush towards his beloved.

"Sora?" he pleaded entreatingly. "Please tell me what happened."

"I...I-" His voice crackled. His mouth began to move, but only a vomit of sounds, ranging from what sounds like a strangled pig to a stomped puppy, came out. But his strained features displayed an ineffable sadness dwelling within.

"Sora? Sora! Please be comprehensible. Did something hurt you?" Roxas breathed, his chest constricted at such a odious sight before him. His breathing hastened.

"Solo...violin...Why couldn't I do it?..." Sora muttered, eyes downcast. He felt like he was descending towards the very ends of the earth. He felt empty, incomplete, with his mental self falling into an abyss. Darkness surrounded him, swampy and cold. His fists clenched and unclenched, hoping to relieve some of the compressed rage built up inside.

His hours of practicing and work turned into dust. His head was filled only with the palpable embarrassment, the stale eyes, the victor's elasticated cheers of pride. He couldn't do it. Not even the first note. Life had no redoes.

He failed his parents. His pride as a violinist. And Roxas.

Sora espied his calloused fingers. The hand that had once grasped the violin so leisurely, with love, with dignity. The tears had obstructed his vision, giving him opaque blobs of colours in his vision. The tears trailed down his cheeks, lingering slightly in the lip area. A sense of coldness swept through the places that the tears skimmed through.

Sora felt soft, wet flesh, with multiple folds and a rough texture, press over his eyes. He relinquished this feeling of warmth. His ears were only able to pick up Roxas' breathing and his accelerating heartbeat, nothing else. They were in their world, where no misery took place. It was a place of utopia, of Roxas' and his own.

The flesh then ghastly trailed through the trail that the tears had made, tickling Sora's cheeks. With a light layer of his boyfriend's saliva on his blushing cheeks, he smiled, for the first time today. A smile that gave him light, that belonged to him, and him only. Sora rubbed his cheeks with the back of his hands; feeling the tears quickly drying up.

"Sora, your violin isn't your life. If it was wrecked, it could be replaced, but if you were wrecked..." He gazed deeply into Sora's cerulean hues.

"You're the only one for me, how could I live without you?"

C H I T. chat

I SHOULD BE SLAUGHTERED. WHEN IN HELL, I SHOULD BE TORTURED. THEN SLAUGHTERED AGAIN. WHEN I REINCARNATE, I SHOULD BE TORTURED THEN SLAUGHTERED ALL OVER AGAIN FOR THE CRIME I HAVE COMMITED. I. ISH. SO. EFFIN. SOWWY.
This was written on April 26th. But I never posted it because my computer hash virus D:

AGAIN. I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE FOR THE WAIT. I IS A BADDDDDDD AUTHOR D:

Onto my comment about this story:

Well. This really happened to me. I went to a solo competition between 6+ years violinist competition thing, and I failed, epically. Having only played THREE notes. I had beaten the 4+ year competition (Having gotten 3rd place. YESH.) But sadly, I think I went too far. I underestimated them...and it was my fault. So this is based on a true story (Cause, of course, I don't have a sweet boyfriend like Roxas! I wish I did though...)

Erm

although it isn't my place to say this because I'm a bad author...

but review?

It would brighten up my day~

please? :3