+promises+

His lips against her ear, whispering promises he would almost always never fulfil. Promises she believed. Little lies that helped her sleep at night.

Sometimes he could almost believe that they were real.

Naminé would close her eyes and force herself to sleep while Axel's elegant fingers search for a pulse that never was.

He kisses her goodnight. When she wakes in the morning he won't be there.

There he goes, breaking another promise.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Nothingis ever mine.