Wow, this is such a beautiful story. First time I read a fic where Demyx is cutting instead of Zexion though...Good writing!

Aww! So cute! I loved it!

. . . oh my gosh. I am awesome! I'm the 69th reviewer!! XD lol. I'm suck a dork.

Anyway, good job!

(*O*)kelseywazhere(*O*)

oh it was really good! and it sounds like you were possibly struggling with this, too...?
becasue it sounds too real to be made up.
poor Demy! at least he has Zexy!

This was a good story, because it seemed so much closer to reality than the usual ones where Zexion is the cutter.

From personal experience, I can safely say that even people who seem to be perpetually happy are also potential self-abusers.

Never did cut myself, but I did try to find solace in sexual release. It came to a point where I got so lost in lust, that I barely knew who I was anymore...

Great work. Hope to see more stories like this soon (will be going through your works).


Till next time,
MS

“I can help you,” the Nobody told the girl. “But it’ll hurt. And it won’t be a cure. Not on its own.”

“I know,” the girl replied. “Please…I need this help. I need all the help I can get.”

“I’m not the one with the magic key,” the Nobody continued. “I can’t open a door and shove this through it. I can only give you a breathing space. The only gift I can give is a small grace.”

“I know,” the girl said again. “I…I think I need whatever you have to give.”

“Then give me your pain,” said the Nobody.

The girl reached deep inside her and brought out her pain. It was heavy and cold, smelling of metal and rubbing alcohol. It hurt coming out. She held it in her cupped palms, offering it to the Nobody.

He took it from her, hefted the weight of it, and winced. There was something in his eyes and stance, now, that was both new and familiar to her. Something she had not looked at from the outside before.

“This isn’t a cure,” he repeated. “It’s not a magic bullet.” He smiled, slightly. “But it *is* magic.”

Then the Nobody summoned up his sitar, and began to play.

He played a lost music, a yearning music, an angry music, a lonely music. He played a cold music that sought warmth. He played a music that opened up like a flower and sent tendrils of light twining upwards to the heart-shaped moon.

He played the music out of the pain and played the pain into music, and the music climbed upward into the moon till the last note had shimmered away.

“There,” he said. “There’s enough room for everyone’s pain, in Kingdom Hearts. And it’s the only grace I can give.”

aw poor demyx why demyx why *sob* i love it really its so sad, buts its the aw cutish kinda sad in the end. i loveit

This was pure ecstacy to read, a perfect example of the fake masks we put up with some Zemyx for the heck of it.

...Wow...

There... Hold up a minute, I'm still in shock...

Okay... Better now.

There are a lot of cutting fics out there, and whilst some of them are good, very good, none of them have he beautiful clarity and confusion that this fic holds. You write wonderfully, and this story... Just...

It's not ridiculously angsty, and it's not following all the rules. It's real and alive and gloriously coloured.

The characters are so exact, and it is so truthful, the actions, reactions, it's normal, almost day to day, but it flows with such a glistening grace that I'm having trouble believing it actually exists.

I can't tell you how much this resonates within me, it's just so right.

Wonderful darling, wonderful

Intensely beautiful and heartbreaking. I've been on both sides of the coin myself, though both times not to the extreme as Demyx & Zexion. Still, I know somewhat what it's like. Once again, this is unbelievably magnificent.

I was listening to yellow by coldplay when i read this. It is beautiful; the perfectly blunt way to show that everyone has their dirty little secrets.

11 out of 10.

If I would have to say one word to describe this fic, it would 'beautiful'. Made me very close to tears and that surely doesn't happend too often when reading fics. Great job!

Heartbreakingly beautiful, and realistic all the way through. It makes a change for Demyx to be the one cutting himself, but it works because it isn't the obvious choice.

I hope that you're still on the track you want to be on.

Beautiful. Simply beautiful.

It was so sad, but...it had a happy ending. I really liked reading it, it made me feel a little better.

If there weren't other people in the room, I'd be in tears. Especially during the CD scene; it just gets worse and worse the more you do it. It's strange to read things that ring true with memory, ne? I just want to hug Axel and Zexion to death for not abandoning Roxas and Demyx. (My best friend actually turned on me when she found out; she did it out of fear but it hurt all the same.) And Axel gets extra love for being there for Roxy after he quit too. :) And Demyx. Oh, Demy...

It's nice, too, to read something that seriously deals with this. I'm tired of "Zexion cuts, Demyx finds out, insta-smut" written by people who've never experienced or witnessed it. It's been almost a year since you've published this, and I hope you're doing well. It's been...Oh wow. Two years since I stopped myself. I didn't meet my own Zexion, my own reason for never doing it again, until about two months after I quit, but she kept me on the right track.