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A/N: This story is posted 2 on two other sites.

Disclaimer: I don't own the game. I don't own the console. I don't own Square. I'm just a bitch to the system.

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I want to believe that you're dead.

A fucking dead traitor, hanging by his toes or boiled to his ears or drowned or shot or something worse than this pain you created in my-/heart/.

Yea.

Sure.

Let's call it that.

We pretended enough, didn't we? Stretched our lips and contorted our faces to look like we felt something.

anything

And now, lying here with my fingers numb, I can finally taste those eyes.

Like Sea-Salt Ice Cream and little chocolate cones bobbling and saying: "why"-"why".

"Axel, why?"

dying is feeling

i wish you could

the Y/o/u inside of Y/o/u