The Interlude, the Middle, or Whatever
Axel just sat on the edge of his bed, contemplating on how he would ever be able to face Roxas again.
Huh... Maybe, no... I could... no, that's a bad Idea... When did I get tired? Oh, maybe if I just... And before long, and without Axel's realization, he had fallen asleep. A familiar voice could be heard amongst that darkness.
Axel...
Axel...
Axel, please...
"Guagh!" Axel shot up, startling himself and the person in front of him. Axel looked at their face, and upon realizing it was just Xion, Axel relaxed.
"Geez, you scared me," he said to the girl, pouting slightly.
"Yea, well you almost gave me a stroke," the young girl replied. "So, Axel... Did you tell him?"
Axel hesitated for a moment, biting his lip in a nervous fashion. Xion's somewhat kind face turned flustered, then angered.
"God, Axel! You never learn! What has to be done must be done! Alright?!
Axel looked down at the ground, not wanting the conversation to go on any longer. As if reading his mind, Xion stood up and made her way to the door, looking back only once, her face showing disappointment and sympathy. She closed the door quietly behind her, leaving Axel to his thoughts.
The man sighed. Axel flopped down onto his bed and stared at the ceiling, his thoughts now racing.
Alright, gotta make a plan... I... Go to his room... Midnight! Yea, midnight... Then, I... Tell him exactly how I feel! Yea, that works... Then... Then... Oh, whatever happens, happens. And so be it.
Axel waited in his room for the small clock on his nightstand to strike midnight. It was the longest wait he'd ever experienced. The most painful, as well.
As the clock struck twelve, Axel breathed deeply.
I've gotta do this. Have to do this.
An odd, painful sensation flowed through his veins. He felt that imaginary heart skip a beat or two again.