The Interlude, the Middle, or Whatever
An odd, painful sensation flowed through his veins. He felt that imaginary heart skip a beat or two again.
Axel stood up and walked out of the room. He felt like he was moving in slow motion. He bit his bottom lip to stop his lips from quivering. He could almost feel tears well up in his eyes, but he tried to believe they were imaginary. Before he could register what was going on, he was standing in front of Roxas's bedroom. He knocked on the door twice.
Nothing. He knocked again, a little louder this time.
Still, no answer from inside the room.
Huh, He thought. What's he doing in there? Probably listening to his music again. Damn, Larxene. Why'd ya give him headphones for Christmas? Guess I can just go in, I suppose. He took hold of the doorknob and turned it slightly. It was unlocked. He turned it all the way and walked in slowly. He peered in with only one foot through the opening.
His suspicions were correct.
But in that instant, he prayed to God that the boy he saw wasn't Roxas.