Three for three! Yes! Plus the rest of this week's are sort of written, so I can finally keep ahead. Enjoy, okay?
66. Perfect
Zexion adored Lexaeus as much as any Nobody could. He was his steadfast companion and the only one he trusted not to betray him. Still sometimes, in the other's more sentimental moments, declaring that he was wonderful and lovely and perfect, Zexion hated him more than anything else. Those words never made him whole, only more conscious of how empty he was inside.
The sixty-sixth. Thirty-four to go.
Okay, since I have less to write tomorrow, and not too much to do since it's Monday, make a request? If you like.
-Josiy x