Shall We Dance?
It's Just a Game
It wasn't right to love someone like Roxas did. It just wasn't.
Here he was, standing next to someone who had killed another on more then one occasion. And wanting to hold his hand.
He took the hand.
But it wasn't right. It wasn't fair.
Roxas was playing Axel's game of Russian Roulette, and drowning in his own tears.
Axel held on to him like dead-weight in the salty ocean, and cried with him.
Because he knew he was killing Roxas.
Here he was, standing next to someone who had killed another on more then one occasion. And wanting to hold his hand.
He took the hand.
But it wasn't right. It wasn't fair.
Roxas was playing Axel's game of Russian Roulette, and drowning in his own tears.
Axel held on to him like dead-weight in the salty ocean, and cried with him.
Because he knew he was killing Roxas.