Angst!Drabble
Mm. Wrote this last week.
Too lazy to type.
Bored enough to do it now. xD
Cliché, but I love writing angst!Demyx. 8D;
It’s late, and Demyx is the only one still up.
Only he dares - only he tiptoes up to the long-abandoned room of the one he loved with all the passion a Nobody could have and lies in the bed he used to know so well.
Everything is so foreign now.
The whispered caresses of long ago still move his body, and he closes his eyes to be lost in the movement. The noises of the dark create their own music, echoing the songs that once played there nightly. The melody seems so hollow…
If he drifts away and imagines, he can still hear the deep voice, whispering words of what they once shared. They seem so close… He reaches out to touch the person who was supposed to be by his side forever, and his hand claws at thin air; he opens his eyes and the illusion shatters like it does every night.
Every night, a little piece of him shatters along with it.
He longs for a being who was never supposed to exist - begs and aches for it.
“My music only became music around you… Every note and chord… It was for you…”
The only song he hears now is the one of his own sorrow.
“Zexion… I love you…”
Comments? <3?
Too lazy to type.
Bored enough to do it now. xD
Cliché, but I love writing angst!Demyx. 8D;
It’s late, and Demyx is the only one still up.
Only he dares - only he tiptoes up to the long-abandoned room of the one he loved with all the passion a Nobody could have and lies in the bed he used to know so well.
Everything is so foreign now.
The whispered caresses of long ago still move his body, and he closes his eyes to be lost in the movement. The noises of the dark create their own music, echoing the songs that once played there nightly. The melody seems so hollow…
If he drifts away and imagines, he can still hear the deep voice, whispering words of what they once shared. They seem so close… He reaches out to touch the person who was supposed to be by his side forever, and his hand claws at thin air; he opens his eyes and the illusion shatters like it does every night.
Every night, a little piece of him shatters along with it.
He longs for a being who was never supposed to exist - begs and aches for it.
“My music only became music around you… Every note and chord… It was for you…”
The only song he hears now is the one of his own sorrow.
“Zexion… I love you…”
Comments? <3?