Here he was, in a nice warm bed with fluffy blankets and he couldn’t sleep. He could feel the hum of the fridge and the heater through the apartment, the sound of the tram drifting in from the outside. All was calm and peaceful in Twilight Town.
He sighed, turning over. Everything was fine. He was alive with Axel, Xion and Saix- no, Isa now. They were alive and together. Everything was fine.
Except it wasn’t. Nightmares from the past rose up like demons from the deep, grabbing ahold of him with a deadly embrace. Killing Xion, fighting Axel, Saix’s cruelty . . .
Nobody. Less than nothing. Never supposed to exist. A mistake.
“Go away, go away!” he whispered, pulling his knees to his chest.
He couldn’t bother Axel or Isa. Both needed rest since they worked so hard to provide for Xion and himself. They thought he didn’t know but he did. And deep down, Roxas was terrified that if he was too much of a bother they’d simply get rid of him. He had to be perfect. But that was so hard. Integrating with normal children at school was so damn hard. There was just so much he didn’t know.
He could stand it no longer. He needed . . . He didn’t know what he needed but he knew who could help. Who better than Xion? They shared the same heart for some time, had both resided in Sora. They could understand better than anyone.
Roxas slipped from his room and padded over to Xion’s room, his socked feet soft on the wood floor.