Emotion-based Drabble
Roxas sat on his bed, huddled up with his head in his hands. Why was everything so difficult? Why did his own brain betray him? He couldn't accept something so simple, so silly...Perhaps his feelings were based in jealousy? It would make sense.
It hurt. His heart hurt. He couldn't understand why. It was all so confusing, and since he couldn't pinpoint the reason, he couldn't figure out how to fix the problem. It was so frustrating! Never had he had such a problem, such an intangible force screwing with his life. It was irritating him, he couldn't stop thinking about it.
They had already talked about it, and right afterward, he had felt better. Maybe he was right, maybe he was over-thinking things...It seemed the more he saw, the more he heard, the more the feeling of worry, that feeling of tightness and uncertainty came back.
What was he supposed to do? Why did he feel this way? He didn't understand...Why did it make his heart hurt, this problem? Was it even a problem, or did the problem lie with him? If it did, how could he fix it?
The blond curled up further, growling quietly, frustrated, confused. Circles, circles, circles. No beginning, no end. No stop, no solution. Endless. Confusing.
Why?