Disclaimer: Axel and Roxas are Nomura's
a/n: quick stuff. Its 3 am now. In case anyone want to beta it, please do. It's so late. Late. meaning awfully bad grammar. Please cope.
They smirked not of real contentment; they didn't laugh for joy, they couldn't cry. For a quick second, emotion may clasp and strikes, but in no time it will perish for heartless could not feel. He was too, couldn't feel.
As long as he remembered, he had learned reading it the right way: It isn't affection; It's mutuality. It's lust- not love.
"No one would miss me." Roxas spoke to the redhead.
Would anyone? No. Would he? No. He doesn't feel for anyone. He doesn't feel for Roxas.
"That's not true."
Word of lies he spoke. Denials. He have no heart,
but he can pretend.