I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
That don't bother me
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
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Sora-Mourning
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Photos are strewn across the room, floor and shelves and any other free surface covered in them. Photos of happy days, sad days, bad days and everything in between. It's odd--he'd never realized they'd taken so many before. But that's because, back then, he hadn't needed every reminder he happened to own. Back then, he hadn't yearned with every fiber of his being to see his face. Back then, he hadn't ached from the want to just run fingers across his skin.
Back then, Kriux had been alive.
That's why Sora sits here now, at the window, with the photo album spread across his lap and countless other photos spread around his dark room in Demyx's apartment. He'd moved in here--to have contact with someone and to get away from that empty place where he and Kriux had lived together. Too many memories and too much pain in one place. He couldn't have gone on there, where every second found him wanting to sob until he broke.
It had been... Unhealthy, to say the least. Something in him, deep down, had snapped that day the sun went out. He'd already been saddened by Kriux's death that when he finally heard of Xaldin's he couldn't have cared less. His heart was already twisted and wrung out for all it was worth. Nothing was left... ...Time had healed him, though, somewhat. He can at least gaze at Kriux in the photos without breaking down into an emotional wreck.
That counts for something, right...?
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Sora-Mourning
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Photos are strewn across the room, floor and shelves and any other free surface covered in them. Photos of happy days, sad days, bad days and everything in between. It's odd--he'd never realized they'd taken so many before. But that's because, back then, he hadn't needed every reminder he happened to own. Back then, he hadn't yearned with every fiber of his being to see his face. Back then, he hadn't ached from the want to just run fingers across his skin.
Back then, Kriux had been alive.
That's why Sora sits here now, at the window, with the photo album spread across his lap and countless other photos spread around his dark room in Demyx's apartment. He'd moved in here--to have contact with someone and to get away from that empty place where he and Kriux had lived together. Too many memories and too much pain in one place. He couldn't have gone on there, where every second found him wanting to sob until he broke.
It had been... Unhealthy, to say the least. Something in him, deep down, had snapped that day the sun went out. He'd already been saddened by Kriux's death that when he finally heard of Xaldin's he couldn't have cared less. His heart was already twisted and wrung out for all it was worth. Nothing was left... ...Time had healed him, though, somewhat. He can at least gaze at Kriux in the photos without breaking down into an emotional wreck.
That counts for something, right...?
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But I know if I could do it over
I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' It
But I'm doin' It
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still harder gettin' up, gettin' dressed, livin' with this regret
Still harder gettin' up, gettin' dressed, livin' with this regret
