“ i want you to leave me alone . ” :) hehe
↪ we'd have our idle conversations at the usual place, but you'd always look past me.ㅤ♡ㅤ\ㅤ@c0pyc4t
ㅤㅤㅤㅤa push and pull, like the tides drawn to the will of the moon. nobodies have always been a strange kind to draw power from themselves when there should only be emptiness. today, the gravity of her propels him back in an abrupt change of the air around them. twilight town has always been warm. the company he carried with him made the sunsets a kind observer. and yet roxas could only feel cold when she turned away from him. speaks:
i want you to leave me alone.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤveins icy / breath stuttering / the storm of his eyes a contained downpour, lest a dam breaks.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤhe doesn't know what happened to them. the three of them, becoming a disjointed and unfitting trio. even after xion's ( forced ) return, they haven't... talked. some sunsets are spent together in silence, and others are just roxas alone. no attempt at an interaction had been made in the last few days. it had been luck to catch her up here at all, and he'd been overjoyed. as much ecstatic a nobody is allowed to feel. and yet.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤthere was so little roxas understood about the ocean and the moon and the natural order of things. he has always been the disruption of nature, always defying. so he reaches—a palm on her shoulder. but the hold is loose, leaving room for her to break free. already expecting the loss of her warmth. nowadays, he doesn't really know his best friends anymore.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ" i'm sorry. if it was something i did, i... " his palms feel clammy beneath the gloves, hands shaking. the seasalt in his other hand remains unforgotten as it drops down, down below, taking roxas' excitement to spend time with his best friend with it. maybe... maybe they didn't want to be his friend anymore? there are pieces of him breaking, jagged, and a thousand cuts to his insides. the fingers on xion's shoulder feel stiff now, feeling regret that he had touched her at all.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤhe breathes in, hardening his resolve despite the breaking in him. each letter by letter a shard carving him inside out. but by stars, if he didn't try, what kind of friend ( if he was one at all ) would roxas be?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤwhen he smiles at her, the curve of his lips are forced taut and his eyes near watery. he nods his head. " if you'd rather just be alone... that's okay. just know that i'm. " a moment of hesitation, finally looking away. his hand withdraws from her shoulder and settles awkwardly to his side. he didn't want to push the wrong buttons again, though it seemed he'd slammed the bond between them for—merely existing, perhaps. " i'm here for you, for whatever you need. and if... and if you want to be alone right now, that's fine too. i'll back off. give you some space. " did she even want his company?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤhe rises from the ledge. offers xion one more smile for good measure. he's unsure if he does so for her sake or his own. a slight shift of the wind that comes slow, as if it felt shame for breezing by at all.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤand then roxas is gone, consumed by dark tendrils. even these corridors feel warmer than the sun right now.
