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Roxas POV
This is exactly how Roxas imagined his first kiss with Sora. He was euphoric. All his hardwork, all his hints, all his dreams, had finally yielded results. Roxas loved every moment of it, and he could tell Sora did too. But something was wrong.
Roxas pulled away. He looked into Sora's eyes. He saw that he'd misjudged something. Sora looked confused, and a little scared.
"Roxas... I..."
He thought I liked Kairi
Roxas put his hands over his mouth. Tears were forming at the sides of his eyes.
He ran.
He ran out the door, tears streaming down his face, into the raining night. He ran to the end of Sora's street and tripped. He lay in a fetal position, and sobbed, desprately whispering His loves name. Namine sat next to him and held him. Roxas heard her reach into her pocket and pull out her cell, ringing for Axel to come pick them up.
And they sat in the cold, wet night.
Sora POV
Sora lay on his bed, thinking of the hearts he just broke. Sora lay on his bed, thinking of the two people who just ran from his house, crying. Sora lay on his bed, thinking of the beautiful kiss he just shared with his best friend. But most of all, Sora lay on his bed thinking of what a stupid fool he was to not see his friends true feelings.
Namine POV
Roxas became severely depressed. He wasn't eating, and he was losing weight. He didn't go to school, but instead lay on his bed, listening to sad love songs and crying.
But what scared Namine the most is that she had noticed knives disappearing from the cupboards, only to find them hours later with blood stains on the blades.
Whenever Namine tried to talk to Roxas, he would attack her and scream bloody murder. They tried hiring counselors and psychologists, but no-one could get through to him. He would simply zone out and rock with his legs hugged to his body
She couldn't help but think that she had failed Roxas. She thought that if she had tried harder, she could have stopped it from happening. She hated herself. It hurt to see Roxas like this, so forlorn and sad.
There was only one person who could help him.
Sora POV
School was passing by as a blur for Sora. His grades were falling, and he was getting little sleep in the nights. What little sleep he had was littered with dreams of the scene in his room with Roxas. He had nightmares of Roxas telling Sora that he never loved him. These hurt Sora in the worst way imaginable. He also had good dreams of what might of happened if he had stayed with Roxas.
Sora had never thought of himself as gay, but girls had no effect on him anymore.
It was almost as if his entire life had been a dream, and he had woken up when Roxas kissed him. He was worried. It had been almost a month since the kiss, and Roxas hadn't been at school a single day.
He had made a decision. He was going to have to see Roxas sooner or later. So he was going to visit on the weekend.
He just hoped Roxas would forgive him.