i don't really know what to say. it had a lot of feelings.

it was beautiful, but sad.

Sheesh! This was twisted and ironic and heartbreaking and weird and- amazing. Wow. The plain writing style telling only facts portrays the story as something dry and old and powerful. It's very difficult for me to describe what it was like to read this, but it was... definitely different, and very much welcome.

A lovely unique fiction, with a really original and lovely plot. AND THE END. But all Roxas, who was really Sora...

I thought it was cool how ROxas was really Sora...which in truth is kind of the case lol. THis was good :

Amazing job with this story. It definately caught my attention (just by the summary) and held my attention all the way through, which is pretty difficult since I have an attention problem. I just wanted to let you know that I loved this story and look forward to reading more from you in the future!

Uh. Wow. That was just really good. I loved it. A lot.

And I loved your style of writing. Jkajsja I just love everything about this. Faving for sure.

wow. just wow.

I really really liked this. It was sad, really sad, but good. The way you wrote it keep me reading. I love the "Roxas, who really wasn't Roxas...who lied all the time..." lines...As a whole, it was just awesome.

That made my morning. :D

I'm probably telling this to you right now somewhere else, but the thing is this: for a story about lying-on the one hand "Roxas," and on the other Axel the writer, a different kind of liar-this reads like the absolute truth of the nameless and faceless mass of us living and loving through screens and bits of nothing all electric and flying at the speed of light.

I know I'm guilty of so much of this. It is disconcerting to see it here, in words, on Axel and on Roxas (or, I guess, "Roxas"). It is disconcerting because it is not strange at all. It fits them like it fits us because you've made them so so human here.

"Because Roxas was perfect. He was every person in the world, all the time. He was never the same but always familiar, always willing to give Axel that little boost."-You can't make this shit up. It rings too true, too full of life and the bright little hope that we get, sitting in chairs and developing little crushes all the time on the things people tell us. And then: "It killed Axel, really, because the only lie he never told was I love you."-Hemingway once said that the only thing he needed to do was write the truest sentence that he could. The spare things kill me sometimes: a single sentence that is heavier than the whole world.

Also: "He wrapped his arms around his pillow, whispered to it, and fell asleep pretending to not be alone."-I wrote something in this vein once. The idea of it, of quiet communion with pillows, still tears me to absolute pieces.

So good. So very very good.