I wondered why fairy tales existed.

I guess it was nice to dream that you would be swept off your feet by a prince and find true love just like that.

But what more is it than just a dream?

Roxas sat in a secluded corner of the Castle That Never Was's library reading a book. The pages that were torn and crisp crumpled as the pages turned. The book spine was slightly damaged with some of the title scratched out. The cover was dim with a slight sparkle as the silver letters glided across it.

Cinderella had always been one of Roxas's favorite fairy tales. He felt he could be like Cinderella, always being ordered by superiors and never complaining about it. But unlike Cinderella, he didn't have a prince to come rescue him. He was tired of playing hero, he wanted to be the damsel in distress for once. Maybe he himself wanted to be saved.

Then he thought he had finally found the prince he was looking for. Spikey red hair, cat-like green eyes with a mischievous glint, a knowing smirk, a cocky but laidback attitude, and the warmth of what a human should feel like. He was a prince in that form with the name of Axel. Whenever he was with Axel, he always felt like he had a heart. But with this, he grew more and more possessive of Axel. Selfish as it was, he was a Nobody, so he did not care. However, he had forgotten one of the key attributes to being a Nobody.

The bond didn't truly exist.

"That didn't happen," He would tell himself. "It shouldn't hurt at all. Without a heart, there is an incapability of any feelings."

The blond clutched his chest and backed up against a dark wall of his room, sinking down into a sitting position and trying to stabilize his breathing. He brought his legs up to his chest and stayed there, wishing not to be seen by anyone, especially his 'prince'.

It's not real.

He clutched his head and his fingers clung onto the left side of his chest.

It can't be.

His breath continued to come out in pants as his bangs obscured his eyes. He let out a bitter smile. "I don't want to believe it."

I want to live in my own world.

If you had the will not to believe it, then truly could you create a world of your own. Whatever you desire come true, without having to worry about the cruel reality of it all. Sometimes Roxas wished the world was like what happened in fairy tales. He couldn't take it. He didn't want to take it.

He looked up through his barely visible sight and watched the cracked and bloodied battleground. It was covered in the darkness that had bright glowing eyes that watched him.

"I hate it." He cried. "I hate it all."

Soon only his vision saw black.

Axel...

There was never a you or me.

There was only an us.