Roxas touched the pane of glass, unconcerned of the smudge that his hand would leave behind. Moonlight stroked over her pure blond hair, scattered gentle in her slumber. He missed her crystal blue eyes, but unless she fell from a building again, he'd never seem them a second time.
The cracks in his heart splintered. He wanted to be the hand to touch her hair, the chest to pillow her cheek.
The body to protect her from all that dared approach.
Roxas Awayuki was an angel. He could fly anywhere in the world, but his heart would never be free.














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