forsaken by the sun.

↪ the sky breathes life, love to everything ( there's still a path that lies ahead for you and i ).ㅤ♡ㅤ\ㅤ@lightdive.

ㅤㅤㅤa / light, artificial. there are those it cannot touch, and those who refuse to reach. you have chosen to lie in the grave you made, and it is the easiest choice you have made in your short existence. all it would take is the will of the living, to embrace the beating strong heart waiting to be freed in ribcages. how many more times will you choose inhumation? prove them wrong. lament, and then become. you are more than a harbinger of death ( but you will regret any other defining core of who you are ).

ㅤㅤㅤsilent tears fall from your ( our? ) eyes, sobs restrained in shaky breaths. it is true, you have been through much with lifetimes and deaths in your very existence. you always return here to the end, never a beginning. but there are kinder epilogues or hopeful prologues that could begin with you if you dared. ( i, begin again. )

ㅤㅤㅤand oath mourns for you, cascading sorrow in his eyes. you have been dead a long time, but he is a ghost that refuses to leave his side. perhaps he has never existed at all. the oblivious sunsets and taste of seasalt are long forgotten in the muck of your suffering / the suffering wrought by your hands, and you can rot in this grave for all the world cares. no one would miss you / you were never meant to exist.

ㅤㅤㅤbut of course he knows what you're thinking. you think you can get away with choosing to fade away, but he is not kind enough to leave you into the oblivion you must sink into. upturns the dust of your own making, digs you out of your casket with his own rawfingers. he has the audacity to be grieving your murder ( and he is, he is, please believe him ), but you are cold and hollow and bitter. why is he still here for you?

ㅤㅤㅤhe looks at you with sympathy without those eyes of contempt. it is the bravest he will ever be, cowardice buried for this moment of reconciliation. with what little power he has left, maybe he can save something else.

ㅤㅤㅤ" you can stop now. " whispered a gentle plea for you ( us ), should you choose to heed it. pale fingers reach out, touch entwined with stars and feathers but they are falling fast, piercing the stained glass of this false heart. once, he had been the cause of it, had been your executioner and tormentor. once, you had both taken sadistic joy in a destruction that could be freely expressed. injuries inflicted / words biting / scars shaped and sculpted until you are every bit as ugly as you are inside.

ㅤㅤㅤbut for once, as you fall, oath catches you, and its touch is foreign and alien and not unkind. you tense under the touch, and still, they hold ( hold on ) to your shoulders and its pools of darkness.

ㅤㅤㅤ" is this really the ending you want? roxas. " it is the first time he's acknowledged your true name. " they're all waiting for you out there. you can be free of this. we don't have to keep hurting each other. we don't have to lock ourselves in this cycle because you're more than that. " and the confession has hurt more than any harm you could ever cause to one another. the terrifying reality that maybe, maybe, just maybe, the sun would welcome you under its shine again and you would bask in it. that despite every trial, every unexisting lifetime, every punishing hand dealt, it is still you. the flawed, small, and beating heart of you. you are afraid not of death, but the waking call that you are ready to live again.

ㅤㅤㅤthe emergence of a winged keyblade, the foundation of a promise made to go to the beach. a light from its end, pointed to where oblivion's heart should be. axel and xion are out there, waiting for you, and you have to leave this all behind. you will carry the hurting, the fracturing, the devastation with you as the oblivion twin. but most of all, you are the one who will shine bright and brief as the setting sun.