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For as long as I can remember, I have never been average. I'm gifted. I've known this since I was five.
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy Father and refuse thy name, or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn by my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet. Tis thy name that is my enemy, thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's a Montague? Nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other would smell as sweet! So Romeo, were he not Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection, which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.
As another shudder racked my body, and blood spilled from my lips, I began to weep in despair. I wholeheartedly regretted never recycling for the sake of my earth as I whispered a distraught goodbye to the last withered echo of what was once a tree and breathed my last breath of toxic air.
Wouldn't it be lovely?
To erase every lie,
every heartache,
every sin,
every thing that made us cry
or made us fear what goes bump in the night?
Wouldn't it be wonderful to bleach our lives?
Our existence?
Our world?
Wouldn't it be wonderful?
No, it wouldn't.
Because we wouldn't understand where we came from.
Or how we got there.
But if we learned from our mistakes.
Stopped cutting corners.
Turned to face our consequences.
We might actually begin to understand the purpose of life.
Wouldn't it be wonderful?
He didn't lnow why he always did this.
They'd be happy and cheerful in the morning, kissing and exchaning 'i love you's.
And then someone would have a bad day.
They'd pick a fight over the smallest things.
They would scream and yell until the whole neighborhood could hear their raucous, boisterous roars.
He would end up storming out, only to pointlessly circle the block in a destructive rage and attempt to run over every animal that happened to cross his path.
But he'd always return.
Because home was where the heart was and his never left Sora's side.
Because eternity was empty without someone to share it with.
Because despite every fight and fallout, the love was still as solid as it had ever been.
Because Sora was familiarity and everything he had ever known.
Because Sora was his missing piece of the puzzle, the key to his lock, and every other cliche that could ever be applied.
Because Sora was life.
And Riku was nothing without him.
Zexion understood the concept of limits and boundaries. He knew which lines to cross and which lines to avoid. He knew that he was allowed to hug his closest 'friend' and accept piggy back rides and Christmas gifts and menial objects and things of little to no importance. He knew what he was allowed to do. He knew where to draw a line.
But with Demyx, things were never the same.
He did much more than he was supposed to be allowed to.
But it didn't matter, because, despite their lack of hearts, Demyx loved him, and Zexion returned the love with a bright passion that came from deep within, perhaps their souls, but it was something far more wonderful that mere organs that pumped blood.
Because Demyx had constantly driven him to insanity since the day they had first met.
Because Demyx had been wild and fun and everything that Zexion was not.
Because they were opposites, but we all know that opposites attract.
They were yin and yang, two pieces of the puzzle that were lucky enough to have found their match.
And they couldn't have been happier.
Vexen sat in the large tub, soap covering every inch of his body. He was busily scrubbing all available surface of his being, cursing the day Marluxia came into existence. If Marluxia ever 'gave him the surprise sex he never knew he wanted' ever again, Vexen would surely murder the other Organization member in the most brutal way imaginable.
Vexen was so lost in his musings of ways to horribly maim the other nobody, that he did not notice the pink haired nuisance sneaking up until said nuisance had bent down and whispered huskily in his ear.
"Surprise."
Diamonds dull in comparison.
Stars can't shimmer as bright.
It's greater than every last ocean.
And brightens each dreary night.
It makes my heart flutter.
It stretches onward for miles.
I bless each star studded day
that I'm graced with one of your smiles.
8D
They hold hands in public. They kiss and exchange 'i love yous' and act as though everyone isn't staring. Others say they're wrong to do it. I say they're brave to do it.
Likes beads on a necklace.
Like puppets on a string.
Like links on a chain.
We are all strung.
And there is no escape.
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