Axel sits over him, his hand a breath away from the other boy's. He wants to touch it; to reach out and take it, like he does everything else in his life, but he finds himself unable.

Unlike everything else in his life, Roxas is not his to take.

This thing between them-this thing he won't dare call by its name-is so fragile that grasping it will shatter it. So he leaves that hand unclasped, alone, but still so close. The delicate emptiness that keeps them always at arm's length is the very thing that ties them together.


did you miss me? :)