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[mysongislife.livejournal.com]

 [sitting with his knees pulled up, in the general area of...it doesn't really matter. he's just watching all the Axels and Soras quietly, chin resting on his knees and drowning in his gray hoodie that's at least two sizes too big. all of them look the same, no different from his own Axel and Sora -- well, there are a few exceptions, but in general, they remind him of his own. man, does he miss them...]

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maybe you're just in fan fiction mode tonight. I have those days too.

[smiling-faith.livejournal.com]

...hm. Be in two places at once. Get a tattoo. ...get married in the church my parents were wed.

ugh i haven't written fan fiction in ages.

[mysongislife.livejournal.com]

Two places at once, huh?

me neither. RP takes my time

[smiling-faith.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Weird, huh?

[mysongislife.livejournal.com]

[smiles]

If you can manage it, I'll be impressed.

[smiling-faith.livejournal.com]

I need to. I want to make it happen.

[mysongislife.livejournal.com]

Any reason why?

[smiling-faith.livejournal.com]

...because I only have a year left to live?

[mysongislife.livejournal.com]

[goes silent, not really sure whay to say. for a few moments, he just stares at her, and then he lifts his chin from his knees. telling people is hard, because he doesn't actually admit that he's dying, but...]

...You're not alone, you know.

[smiling-faith.livejournal.com]

...you...

[mysongislife.livejournal.com]

[nods with a half shrug]

[smiling-faith.livejournal.com]

[mysongislife.livejournal.com]

[quiet]

...Small world.

[..only he decided to just let it run it's course. no medicine, no treatment, no doctors.]

I'm sorry.

[smiling-faith.livejournal.com]

Don't be. God gave me this disease. Not you. Not anyone. And I'm sure he has his reason.

[mysongislife.livejournal.com]

[roxas has never really believed in religion, but he's not about to disrespect her beliefs]

...I guess.

[smiles faintly, reaching up to push his fingers through his messy locks, rubbing at the back of his head]

[smiling-faith.livejournal.com]

...you don't have to tell me anything if you want to. I understand.

[mysongislife.livejournal.com]

[he drops his hand, fiddling with the end of his sleeve and pulling it over the tips of his fingers]

I'm uh...not really at that different from you, actually. Leukemia, doctors said I'd only last another year, maybe a little longer if I played it safe.

[a beat]

...I haven't really told anyone, yet. Just you and...my brother.

[he laughs a little at that last part. technically, he doesn't have a brother...but the idea is still nice. ..maybe he can get away with not mentioning that he's denied any treatment]

[smiling-faith.livejournal.com]

It must be nice to have a sibling. I only have my father.