forty-two.

[memorybound]

[ Transcribed shuffling, followed by a door slowly creaking open ]

Roxas ..?

[ A small pause, then light footsteps ]

Roxas? It's ..

[ Sound of the journal being placed on the table, then some rustling ]

Wake ..

[ Another pause ]

Why don't you ..

Why isn't he .. Why isn't he ..

[ The rustling gets more desperate ]H-he's .. He's not .. He

Comments

[flamingking]

...[a loong pause]

Miss... try to calm down. If... there's anything to help, you'll need a level head. Call a friend or clinic staff.

[ooc: o.o; Spitfire does not like to hear little(ish) girls cry?]

[save_the_souls]

Roxas-

[fiercestwarrior]

....

not him too- [GONE]

[bookmansjunior]

[incendiar]

... no.

Damnit, NOT HIM!