Turn this up, I'll tune you out. Another night alone in the city, yeah. Fake it like you meant it-- That's a lie we can both keep. Lyrics from Sending Post Cards From a Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here) by Fall Out Boy
He'd caught up to the blond. At last. Never had anyone made him feel like this kid had.
"Roxas..." he said softly. Roxas looked back at the redhead with slight disdain.
"What?"
"Why..?" Axel asked, pain evident in his voice. His face must have been stricken with anguish, because Roxas only smiled in a mixture of sadness and anxiety. It was an odd combination.
"It's the only way, obviously." he replied. Axel's shoulders sagged.
"Are you... sure..? I mean, maybe there's a--"
"I'm sure. I can't... stay." Roxas frowned, "Besides, stop acting like it matters. It's not like you can feel."
"Roxas--!" Axel exclaimed, "It's not... it's not an act..."
"I'm sick of being lied to. I want answers, and... you're in my way." Roxas shook his head, "Besides, isn't there some proverb or something that says if you really loved me, you'd let me go?"
"I'm... scared... because I don't understand either." Axel admitted. "I don't know why I seem to be able to feel. It's like..."
"Just... do you get the point I'm trying to make?"
"Unfortunately." He looked to the side so that Roxas wouldn't see the tears forming at the corners of his eyes. The blond turned away as well, resolved.
"Then I'll be taking my leave." He took a deep breath, "This isn't good night, this is goodbye, Axel. Maybe... one day, we'll see each other again."