I was terrified and would you mind if I sat Next to you and watched you smile? So many kids but I only see you And I don't think you notice me... Lyrics from Pretty in Punk by Fall Out Boy.
He watched Roxas from the sidelines these days. It was all he could do. And... in all honesty, it wasn't really that bad. Being at least this close was better than before. It didn't mean it was that much better, though. He longed for contact even more than ever, but at the same time he restrained himself. He couldn't... destroy his chance at a more normal life.
In the shadows, he hid. Watching the blond play with his imaginary friends, smiling and carrying on. Being unable to be physically near him was made less unbearable with every brilliant smile.
This was what Roxas wanted. To just be a kid, regardless of the fact this whole thing was an illusion. But... wasn't a happy illusion better than a dismal reality?
It was at this point that Axel decided that Roxas... was more than the thirteenth member of the Organization (or ex-member, rather). He was a boy. A boy... with a heart. A heartless being could not possibly fake a smile that genuine...