At fourteen, Sora feels like he's reached a dead end. Another year of bad grades means the possibility of repeating a hellish year of middle school. Dealing with the fallout from his classmates and cold, strict mother only makes matters worse.
So, w...
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☁️Tell me, Please Roxas?☁️
Roxas stares up at me, eyes still wide, shining, and fixed. He reminds Sora of a startled cat, the way he doesn't budge an inch. He just watches him, tense and alert and a little lost-looking. When Roxas can finally make something come out of his mouth, it's not very comprehensible--just bits and pieces of thousands of thoughts that Sora is sure are flying around in his head all at once. Funny how Sora can relate to that feeling.
🍦I--Sora--c--I--🍦
☁️Everything,☁️ Sora tells him firmly.
For a moment Sora almost thinks he'll protest but it's clear that he doesn't want to fight with him for once. Sora has the upper hand here, somehow, and they both know it.
