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[pyrocydal.livejournal.com]

“I’m a big boy,” you said, flashing that grin at me. “Two half pints make a whole.  That heartless is pretty nasty anyway. Just let them go together.”  You were lying and I knew it.  I had watched you bluff your way past people too many times not to recognize it.  I almost chuckled seeing you from the other side.  I knew why everyone pretended to believe you now.  That brilliant green fire flashing from your eyes, the half innocent, half pouting grin of mischievous innocence.  I have no heart to be won over, yet I let you have your way. Because I am a fool.
 
Hmph.  You barely even glanced at me.  Not that that was new. You never glance my way anymore.  Guess you got too good for me.  Unless there was a mission. Oh, THEN you’d look at me.  “Axel, I have a mission for you.”  Of course you do.  You wouldn’t be talking to me otherwise.  Not anymore.  “Very well. Have it your way.”  Heh.  You fell for it.  I didn’t think you would.  Isa would have seen through me.  But like you always say. You aren’t Isa anymore.  I don’t know why I keep trying.  Because I’m an idiot.
 
Flames of darkness lick up your figure before you disappear completely within them.  I know where you’re going.  You’ll finish your mission and you’ll go and sit.  On that damn tower. You’ll have ice cream with the two of them. Pretending to have what we used to have.  Eating OUR ice cream, pretending to laugh like we used to, imagining you’re enjoying yourselves like we did.  It disgusts me.  This senseless charade.  Pathetic.  All of you.  Especially you, Lea.  You’ve forgotten what we used to be.  You’ve changed…
 
At least I can go have ice cream later.  I can forget there.  Most of the time.  I usually manage to block out the blinding flashes of memories that almost not quite hurt, but every so often they’re there and I’m sitting next to you again.  I want to drop my ice cream off the tower and watch as it falls and falls and falls and smashes into nothing at the bottom.  You should be here.  You would be here if it wasn’t for everything else.  Why aren’t you with me, Isa?  You’ve changed…

Challenge: 273 - Road to Damascus
Title: Footsteps of Change
Word Count: 386

Comments

[minntaka.livejournal.com]

*sob* I love these two so much XD I like how curt you've made the drabble, with short, blunt sentences. It really does make it sound like it's a Nobody talking :)

[pyrocydal.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I was going for the bitter blunt feel.
I adore these two too. Their friendship is so tragic no matter how you slice it. I don't know why I'm such a sucker for tragedy but I am. XD

[wishingdreamer5.livejournal.com]

So that's how it happened? The way you put it, I've never seen it like that before, but it makes things so sad. :( I like how you switched back and forth from both their thoughts. That made it more interesting.

[pyrocydal.livejournal.com]

I've always seen their estrangement as a two way street. Both misunderstanding each other and neither one intending for it to happen. I feel their story is one of the most tragic in the games. So bittersweet. ;-;