suddenly, srsbsns.

[soldiersky.livejournal.com]

[the door is only cracked open a bit-- he's in a bathroom pacing and pacing, his eyes locked on a bottle of pills placed beside the sink. can he do it? can he really? he's tempted and he reaches out, but then he backs up again, resuming his pacing. he knows he wants to, but ...]

[when he reaches out to take it again, he's overcome by a sickeningly hollow feeling. his hands clap over his mouth and his eyes clench shut. when his back meets the wall Sora slides down slow, seating himself and sobbing quietly into his hands. why did everything have to be so complicated all the time? what happened to when he could take it in stride?]

{ooc; overbearing emooo. uh. yeah.}

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[soldiersky.livejournal.com]

Some people do really crazy things on impulse. There's really no regret when you'll never come back. Or, that's what he thought I guess. He was a ghost until we settled everything here. And then he finally disappeared.

I want to say 'it's not fair', but I really don't know if it is or not.

[walking-dawn.livejournal.com]

[well, this isn't his Sora, and he's not too good at the comforting thing, but- he makes his way over and places a hand on his shoulder a bit hesitantly.]

For what it's worth, I'm sorry.