Everybody knew how Axel and Roxas were. Everybody knew how much Axel wanted more out of it, maybe a little too much. But Axel himself…he wanted much more than you could ever imagine. However, he knew that Roxas would never take it the way he wanted to.

So he resorted to writing out his feelings.

He was sitting in a chair in front of a desk. A crisp white sheet of paper is in front of him and he held a black ink pen in his hand. His words are quickly scribbled out, the raven dark ink seeps all the way into the used-to-be wood. As soon as they hit the paper, the inked words pricked out a little from their messy letters. His penmanship wasn’t the best, but perhaps that was better because that represented what he was. The words were haggard and rough.

Axel only uses crisp, completely white papers. He won’t accept any other. The color of it was so bright, and with his ink, he taints the purity. Now the canvas was completely stained with darkness. Prickling darkness that came in the form of lettering. All thoughts that flew to his mind about his beloved went in his several-pages-long confession.

As soon as he was finished, he slammed his pen onto the wood of the desk. Temporarily slipping away from the room, he comes back with an empty glass jar that had its lid off. His hand put it on top of the table with a small ‘thud’. Then, he gets a box of matches out from his pocket. He rubs one stick against the box until it lights on fire. It is dropped into the bottom of the jar with the orange flame hissing up to him and the smoke coming out.

A paper is held threateningly close and the flame licks it at first, tentative about the feed. After being satisfied, the fire starts to swiftly consume the object and grows more, as if begging for another one. Paper after paper, this process is repeated until the very last one remained. With solemn eyes, Axel let this one be consumed slowly, and the used-to-be white paper turned pitch black before falling into crumbs of what used to be.

After this was done, Axel scooted back and walked out the door, never looking back at the ashes that rested there.