are not filled with sadness, or happiness.
They are filled with hate, towards you.
You continue to ask me why.
Why do I hate you.
The answer I want to give,
I want to say it to your pathetic face.
With that stupid expression of yours.
The way you speak to me,
the way you treat me.
The way you act is if I wasn't yours before..
The way you would constantly ask the same question, everyday.
Since the time when we started being together.
it rings in my mind, its forever there
Why do i even bother to speak to you?
Knowing my Words are lost in your mind
As you look to your left, there is nothing, as you look to your right, I am there
you walk away...
I will watch you take the darken path
and All I can ask is...
Do you consider me a friend... Still..?
Roxas was let out of class late, "Stupid Assignment, I know I put you in my bag this morning!" He Grumbled to himself,
as he walked outside he saw that Sora was waiting for someone Must be waiting for Axel he thought to himself. A stab at his heart when he mentioned the name, He shook his head to try and get the thought out, walking up to Sora, it was as if he'd never Existed...
"Hey Sora" He said, Making Sora jump
"Oh... Sorry, i was in my own little world" He grinned
Roxas looked down at the concrete
"Are you waiting for..." He didn't finish his sentence, Saying his name out loud pained him too much. Sora nodded, He understood that his twin was still getting over his best friend.
Roxas rolled his eyes and stood up "well i'd best be off... I'll see you tomorrow, Say hi to Dad for me"
"What? but you only just got here!" Sora said, Roxas shrugged,
"Ax..." He coughed "It Will be here soon... I don't feel like dealing with the awkwardness when he arrives" He waved to his twin, and stalked off to find somewhere to sit for the rest of the lunch.
Roxas pulled out his timetable Oh great... English, English was Roxas' least favorite subject, but he didn't fail at it, which was good. He looked at his phone 10:47 The bell would go soon, He put his timetable back into his pocket and dawdled over to the lockers.
Unhooking the key from his belt he unlocked the door and pulled out a 5 subject book and checked that his pen was in his pocket.
locked the door, sighing he dawdled to class.
English was his only escape from his thoughts... It kept his mind busy, and it was the only class away from him...