A/N: I remember, the first time I really listened to this song, I started tearing up. And that is not an easy feat when it comes to me. And yes, I KNOW that Zexion is NOT Lexaeus' son. But they ARE close. So... here you go.
"Sometimes, late at night, I watch him sleep... and dream of the boy he'd like to be... I try to be strong and see him through... but God, who he needs right now is you..." ~ Mark Schultz
Lexaeus knew he wasn't supposed to feel. Most of the time, he didn't dwell on it. But things were different when Zexion got involved.
He had been eight years old when he'd lost his heart – far, far too young to be forced to come to grips with the cruelty of life. Ienzo had already lost his parents... wasn't that enough?
Despite what Xemnas told him, Lexaeus feared for Zexion. The child had had his entire life ahead of him; but it was all destroyed in an instant. When Ienzo became Zexion, all of that was ripped away.
The boy frequently had nightmares. Some nights, Lexaeus would lie awake to his screams. It took so much effort to hide how much it affected him. And it was even harder when Axel told Zexion to man up, or Saix called him pathetic, or Vexen sneered at how emotional the supposed "Nobody" could be. No one seemed to remember the fact that he was a child.
Nobodies weren't supposed to feel. He didn't care... he didn't care... oh, who was he kidding.
One thing, he knew; it would take a miracle to put the boy back together.