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The Transience of Memory ch.2
"I don't believe it," he said in a flat voice, sounding as if life itself had utterly failed him. "I can't accept this."
"Hayner, you lost." Roxas said again, this time with annoyance.
"He cheated somehow!" He resumed pacing, muttering to himself as he rubbed his chin, "I never saw him skate like that before…. He was holding stuff back… that one trick was awesome… but it isn't fair , I didn't think to hold anything back- how could I know he'd use that against me…must've planned it from the beginning, that jerkof-"
"HAYNER!" Roxas finally exploded.
Hayner was startled into stillness. He'd stopped mid-pace, foot still hanging in the air, shoulders tensed as if expecting a blow. He stood there like that, immobile, for the span of a held breath, before he lowering his foot to the floor and shoving his hands into his pockets.
When he finally looked up, there was a difficult mixture of betrayal, anger, and sadness swimming in his eyes.
Roxas felt a surge of guilt and self loathing
The Transience of Memory ch.1
Roxas sighed for what felt like the 10th time in as many minutes. Something had been niggling at his brain for the better part of the day, and he still couldn't figure out what. He scowled faintly.
Hayner stopped walking, noticing that he was well ahead of his friend. "What's up, Rox?" Brown eyes swept over him, studying his face.
Roxas shook his head, still bothered, but he didn't quite know how to explain it. "It's nothing, sorry. Let's go." Roxas swept past him, trying to beat down his distraction with every heavy step.
Hayner didn't move for a moment, looking thoughtful. "I thought you wanted to hang out, just the two of us."
"…" Roxas stopped, his back still turned.
"We don't have to go get ice cream..."
"Yeah, but you know that we're the only ones who really like the stuff." He threw over his shoulder with a smirk. "C'mon, I'll race you there!" he said, then started to run.
"Rox- hey! It's too HOT out for that right now," he called out to the retreating figure in prote
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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