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...
ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ~Pink - Please don't leave me
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Roxas was gone. The brunette couldn't really believe that Roxas was now gone.
Sora had swallowed hard past a massive lump in his throat, feeling like He was floating or free-falling.
This wasn't supposed to happen. Not now. Not now, when they had made so much progress with each other... Sora had thought that they were going to start over, He thought that they were going to find the brunette's Dad, Roxas was taking Sora west... everything was going to change...
☁️Roxas?☁️ The brunette had called out, terrified, knowing fully well that Sora won't get a response.☁️ROXAS!☁️ Quickly, Sora had grabbed his things and scrambled to get moving. Maybe the golden blond hadn't too far. Maybe Sora could still find him. It's completely possible that Roxas had just gone for a walk, and he thought he'd let Sora sleep in, and Roxas didn't think to wake Sora up. But if Roxas did... why would he have taken all of his stuff? Why wouldn't he at least have given Sora some sort of warning or notice?
What if Sora slept too long and Roxas just finally got fed up and decided he wasn't going to wait for the brunette anymore?What if Roxas decided he really does hate Sora, that the brunette isn't worth the trouble? What if Roxas really, really doesn't want Sora to find him?
Sora had to blink back his tears, the tightness in his throat becoming almost unbearable.
Sora can't think like that. The brunette has to find him, so he will. At the very least, Sora has to ask Roxas why he up and left like that. And if it turns out it's because he doesn't want Sora around... then the brunette doesn't know what he is going to do. Sora had guessed he'll just have to deal with it. It's Roxas's life. Sora can't make the golden blond like him. Sora can't make Roxas want him.
The brunette starts to run, but Sora doesn't know why. He runs until his legs ache and his lungs hurt and his side cramps. Sora runs past late morning stragglers, across a street where only one car slowly meanders his way, past trees, and patches of fruit trees. Sora runs until he steps on his shoelaces and trips, slamming into the ground, bracing himself on his shoulder, injuring himself. After that, Sora doesn't get up. He doesn't feel like he can. The brunette is exhausted and, more than anything, Sora just simply hurts. He thought Roxas and him were a team. Sora had thought they needed each other, but maybe Sora was just the one who needed him. The brunette doesn't know why people keep forcing themselves out of his life. First, it was his dad, and now Roxas.
