Burning Memories
Axel thinks about Roxas after he's gone. Rating; PG-13
I made a point to burn all of the photographs. She went away and then I took a different path. I remember the face, but I can't recall the name. Now I wonder how whatsername has been. Lyrics from Whatsername by Greenday.
Gone. Roxas was gone, and Axel just wanted to forget about him. He didn't want to think about the kid anymore, but he couldn't think of anything but him and it was beginning to drive the redhead insane. Everywhere he looked, he saw things that reminded him of their time together. Nothing was sacred, not anymore.
Not even my mind... He wanted nothing more than to take out his brain and wash it completely clean of all his memories with the blond haired boy.
It started small. He started by burning photographs of them together, of Roxas by himself. It escalated as the emptiness welled up inside of him. I wouldn't stop seeping up, like a wound that couldn't stop bleeding. His small bonfire grew as he threw other things into it.
The comforter on his bed, where they'd made love on countless times...
The chair and the desk where he'd played naughty secretary once or twice...
The shower curtain that he'd gripped in the throes of ecstasy...
The video tapes of their escapades... everything went into the hungry flames. Axel even wanted to just jump in, but he thought better of it. Because... he'd really rather throw Roxas in, himself. Because... he wanted Roxas to experience the immense pain he felt.
Because he wanted to scream at Roxas that he knew he must have a heart, else this wouldn't hurt as bad as it did.