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Dreams can come true S1"I have to go! Now!" Axel yelled as he stood in front of his father, glaring deadly at him. His father had just told him that they were going away on a trip and it would just be the two of them while Roxas, the new prince and who Axe just came back from their honeymoon with, was to stay at the castle and prepare the royal banquet. Hearing this, prince Axel was furious and it was all directed to his father, who was busy picking out things they would need on the trip.
"Of course! We have things to do! Lots and lots of things to do!" Xemnas sang and had one of his servants throw the last thing to the top of the carriage before opening his door but blinked as he realized there was almost no way to sit in his seat.
"Dad! I can't just abandon Roxas! He's never been a royal before! He needs me!" Axel protested as he walked closer to the older man. Roxas held onto his arm nervously and looked down at the ground for a moment. But when he looked back up, he shivered for there was a man standing
Roxas gazed up at the new/old house. Built all the way back in the 17th century, somehow it had been overlooked by historical societies and multiplex location scouters, and was actually up for sale to average members of society. Until now, that is. Roxas mom had bought the house, miles out of town, and they were moving in today. Lucky me, Roxas thought. Why did his mother have this uncontrollable need to blend with the past? For the past 18 years of his life, Roxas had been moving from town to town, his mother always seeking, after a few years, an older and more historical house.
Well, Roxas thought sarcastically, weve sure hit the jackpot here. Just a few more days and it would have been scheduled for demolition, and I could have stayed with my friends while mom looked for yet another house. But no, we had to get to the auction just in time to buy the damn thing, and Ill probably never see any of my friends again.
Roxas sighed as he grabbed hi
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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