Nineteenth Struggle; [ACTION]
[It was the first day that he saw the morgue. His instincts and inability to find Riku or Axel led him inside, kitten in his hood. and as he saw their bodies... he crumpled. He backed up to the corner, hit the wall... and slid to the ground. For the rest of the day, through the night, he stared blankly at nothing, waiting for the morning that should have brought his best friend and his object of affection back to him.]
[But they didn't. For a few hours more, he waited for the miracle. Slowly, painfully, it was dawning on him that they weren't returning.Were they gone for good? Had they left him behind? If so... did that mean that, if they ever came back, they would have forgotten him..?]
[From that moment, his face was buried in his arms, propped up on his knees. Since then, he hasn't moved. Maybe he's slept, but he can't remember.]
[Someone... needs to talk to him.]
[But they didn't. For a few hours more, he waited for the miracle. Slowly, painfully, it was dawning on him that they weren't returning.Were they gone for good? Had they left him behind? If so... did that mean that, if they ever came back, they would have forgotten him..?]
[From that moment, his face was buried in his arms, propped up on his knees. Since then, he hasn't moved. Maybe he's slept, but he can't remember.]
[Someone... needs to talk to him.]