Confession of depression.

   Demyx sat, silently, his head in his hands, on his bed. He had given up on sleep, it only brought more nightmares anyway... Always forced to watch his friends walk away from him, hatred, disappointment radiating off them. It hurt most, though, when they were about Zexion. The blue-haired guy that Demyx grew up with, showed up more and more often, making them all the more painful. Demyx had been forced to watch him die countless times already, always seeing those words he couldn’t bear hearing pass the blue, frozen lips of his boyhood friend.

   ’Demyx... why didn’t you help me?’ The voice sounded dead, far away, as if from a long forgotten memory.
   ‘I couldn’t!’ Demyx gasped, his fingers not responding, as wasn’t the rest of his body. ‘Zexion... Please... I tried...’
   ‘I died because of you.’ Zexion’s eyelashes were covered with frost, his eyes were glazed with disappointment and hate, burning through Demyx. His lips had turned blue, and his body had attained the pale cast that could only mean one thing. ‘I won’t forgive you... not for that. You haven’t tried, Demyx. You’re not worth a single thing.’ He nearly spat out the words, and a slow trickle of blood made its way down his frozen chin. Demyx hung weakly in the chains that restrained him from helping, even if Zexion was beyond help. ‘I hate you.’
      Silent tears trickled down Demyx’s face, white-hot, stinging, and the chains pulled loose. He knew he was too late, he knew he couldn’t do anything anymore.  He gathered Zexion’s frozen body, pulled it close to him, ignoring the cold. He bowed his head in grief, suppressing his sobs, and his tears  fell on Zexion’s frozen lips, his eyes, his cheeks...
      He never knew how long he had sat there, but when he looked at the remains of Zexion, all that remained was dust, and a hateful grinning skull.

   Demyx relived the nightmare, every painful detail etching itself in his memory, he didn’t want to see, why him, why did he have those nightmares? Tears seeped through his hands, splashed onto the hardwood floor with a steady drip, drip, drip... He opened his eyes, gave his guardian dragon standing on the bedstand a look and took a deep, shuddering breath. He was scared to go to sleep. It didn’t matter if the lights were on or not. He looked around, saw Kit lying around (which he had gotten, surprisedly, from Zexion) and grabbed him, holding it close.

   He started when he heard a whisper, he was barely sure that it was actually real.
‘Demy?’ It was scarcely audible. ‘Demy, it’s me... can I come in?’ Demyx recognized the voice of his best friend, and choked back the rest of his tears. Please... don’t let this be my imagination, he begged silently, getting up, crossing his room to the door and unlocking it, seeing Zexion with a compassionate look on his face. ‘Oh, Demy...’ He pulled Demyx into a tight embrace, making Demyx feel sheltered and safe, even though he was taller than his blue-haired friend. He was cold as hell, but that was to be expected, and the fact that Zexion actually was here beat every single little thing.
   ‘Zexion,’ he whispered back, struggling to hold back tears even though he knew it wasn’t necessary. His breathing went haywire, and his heart ached, trying to keep a steady pace.
   A tear dropped on Zexion’s hoody, and another one. Demyx knew that it was no use trying to hide that he was crying, so he gave in, as his best friend held him closer, closer than ever.

   Zexion released Demyx and looked up at his face. He looked into the sad, oceanblue eyes, and wiped away a few of the tears that made their separate ways down his cheeks. He felt his own eyes get wet as well.
   Demyx shuddered at the soft touch of those tentative cold fingers, knowing that his friend full well meant what he implicated with that touch.
   ‘Those nightmares again, huh?’ Zexion asked him softly. Demyx nodded, not able to swallow the lump in his throat.  He felt Zexion’s small hand slide into his, leading him back to his bed and softly pushing him down.  A slight weightshift told him that Zexion had sat down beside him, as well as the arm around his waist. ‘Demyx, I want you to know something,’ Zexion told him, softly, heartfelt.
   Demyx lifted his eyes slightly so he could watch the face of his friend, who looked at him with his heart in his eyes. ‘Yes?’ His voice cracked slightly.
   Zexion cleared his throat lightly. ‘'Dem, no matter what, I don't give a fuck what others think or what they'll say, there's just one thing that I want you to know, and that is that I love you. I love you with all my heart, I would take a bullet for you at any time.’   
      Demyx swallowed thickly.
   ‘You're the only one I'd die for and I want you to know that. You mean theworld to me and I'll never let you go. You are never alone, my Demy... never. Because I'm always right here,’ he laid a small hand on Demyx’s chest, above his frantically beating heart, ‘and here.’ He moved his hand to the side of Demyx’s head.
Demyx’s heart swelled, and he gave Zexion a watery smile – a smile nonetheless. He saw Zexion’s eyes light up. He knew Zexion liked it when he smiled.
   ‘Thanks, Zex... Thanks so much...’ another tear down his cheek. Zexion gave him a wholehearted smile and ruffled his hear, making Demyx squeek.
   ‘It's the truth, the simple truth and nothing but the truth Dem. Really. And no thanks for letting me tell you the truth.'