Sunrise [ axel / roxas ]

WHEN MY TIME COMES -- FORGET THE WRONG THAT I'VE DONE

Acting weird... Yeah, that was kind of an understatement, to say the least. Roxas didn't know how to fix himself - he'd been trying ever since he'd been given this second chance at life, bu he kept feeling as though he was making a complete waste of it. This was kind of... Validating.. That claim he'd forced upon himself.There were barely any times that he'd ever seen Axel not acting cool, calm and collected. How did he keep it together so nicely despite everything he'd been through? Roxas envied that kind of self control, but at the same time, didn't want to know the kind of restraint it required. The blond boy kept his eyes closed, though he did manage to give a slight smile at the concept of "going zombie" all over again. 

It was true. When he'd been first created from the darkness left behind of Sora's being he was nothing more than a zombie who needed to be cared for in every possible way. Through the Flurry's help, he was able to turn into something - no, someone - completely different. He remained no more than a shadow in the greater light of Sora's image, but that little bit of identity he'd made for himself proved to be enough. In the beginning, at least. Towards the end of it when the thirteenth was driven by anger and the urge to regain his lost friend, he'd lost that aspect of himself. That humility. He wanted to take, and take, and take until he got what he wanted. 

His own life. A life that lacked control form anyone other than himself. He turned against the world because he felt as though it had been the one against him the entire time. Looking at it now, it was such a childish notion. 

"Huh?" The sudden slight shift of weight on the bed caught his attention, causing oceanic eyes to flicker open. When did Axel order the food? Had he really been that lost in himself that he didn't hear the redhead even talk? Man - he'd really been that far gone? No matter how much he slept, he didn't feel as though any energy was brought back into his body. The dreams were far too powerful to let him obtain any true sleep. 

Roxas took the food offered to him, offering a look of appreciation toward the person he'd called his best friend for what felt to be so long. In the grand scheme of things, they hadn't been together for more than a year, but.. For Roxas, that was his entire life. Axel was his comfort, his security, and the one thing right now that could remind him that he wasn't just Sora - he was himself. The blond began to eat, and before he knew it, the entire salad was gone and his stomach eased, happy to be filled after such a long while. Roxas tossed his garbage into the trashcan next to the bed and turned his gaze back to the window. The stars were twinkling, looking almost a bit brighter than before. Maybe... That was just his own perception. 

Wasn't out of the realm of possibility. 

"I don't mean to be." He finally responded to the quip about becoming zombie-like. It was true. He wasn't attempting to revert back to that stage of his life in the slightest; the life had simply been sucked out of his being for the past few weeks. Months? How long had he even been here in Kindra? It all blurred together. "Sorry.." The boy's voice softened considerably, a little bit of color flowing back to his cheeks due to the new-found energy located from his dinner. He had to admit it made him feel more coherent, as well. 

"Axel, I-" He'd gotten the Flurry's attention, but when he saw emerald eyes gazing upon him, he froze. His lips parted as though here were trying to say something, but the noise that came out was nothing more than a breath. It took the thirteenth a good five or so seconds to figure out what he was trying to ask. "Do you think we're still best friends?" His voice had cracked towards the end of his inquiry - it was a hard thing to find out. What if things had changed too much? 

What if the damage he'd done was too much and couldn't be fixed? Or forgiven?