Hi guys! Long time no see.
I have been working on a "sequel" (I am tentatively using that word.) and will soon be uploading chapters for it. It should be online within a week.
In the meantime, here's a short preview. It's from Axel's POV, as the rest of it will be.
Until then. Thanks for reading!
I don't know how it began. The night just seemed to slip around me, comfortable and familiar. There was something about it that made me feel like I was the only person in the world—but not in a lonely sense. The silence, the stillness, the cool air were all my drugs. It gave me time to think, time to sort things out, while, simultaneously, I could let my mind go blank. The stars would blink their welcome, the trees would quiver in my presence. Hell, the real reason I liked these moonlit strolls was less about this and more about the fact that I could get away from things. Away from people who got on my nerves. Which was all of them. Well, I guess I can't say that anymore; lately, I haven't been doing this as much, even though everyone has become used to and actually accepts the fact that I am rarely home until past midnight. But right now, nothing I can do will calm the rage inside of me. My thoughts are going back to that moment, and I am biting my tongue to impede a string of obscenities. After all this time, and I still can't forget it. The surprised look on his face, the weak explanations offered; they're burned into my memory and live to serve as a weakness, something to pull me back down. But now there's something worse. Because what could be worse? Roxas, the one person who matters, doesn't trust me, and, not only that, he's hurting. It's obvious. The way he hides it, whatever it is, digs another knife into my chest. Each time he abruptly changes the subject, and whenever I see panic cross his face, I want to break down.
I would take his hand. He would realize my feelings.
Leaning forward, I can see the way his eyes are searching me. Looking for what, I can never tell.
Before I can do anything else, the daydream vanishes without a trace, and I'm left with reality.