Hey all! Sorry I know its been MONTHS, but I started University, had midterms, got a boyfriend of decently nerdy potential, and have just been swamped in general. I'm sad to say this is the last chapter, and its probably shorter than you'd all like, but I think it's a pretty sweet ending, so have fun reading, and thank you for staying with me until the very end! I love all my readers!

Roxas had snatched a nurse's key during room checks. It wasn't hard. He was a good, trustworthy patient that normally wouldn't do anything of the sort. Escaping was also surprisingly easy. He'd done it once before, but it still shocked him how anti-climactic walking out the front door of an asylum was. No alarms or humongous search lights. If anything he felt like it was a little boring for an escape act.

The blonde was standing over the cliffs he'd spent so much time at as a child, and again with Larxene and Marluxia. So many bad memories, but he was always drawn back to the scenery. Looking down he watched the waves crash into the rocks below as the crisp air bit at his face. It was cold, but that didn't matter.

A warm tear slid down his face and the boy sniffed, wiping it away roughly. "I'm so sorry. Axel, forgive me," Larxene had an unfamiliarly solemn look on her face as she looked on. Marluxia was placid as always. And with that, Roxas jumped.

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Axel arrived at the asylum at approximately 3:45 am. It took them an hour before the police caught whiff of where Roxas had gone. The eccentric redhead was the first to reach the cliffs, and when he did it shattered him. Screaming wordlessly, crying and thrashing. Zexion did his best to comfort, but nothing anyone said could calm Axel. Roxas was gone. Just like Belle.

The college kid tried to kill himself almost immediately. He got home and slit his wrists in the bathtub, cliché as it was, but Zexion was smart enough to check on him and get him to the hospital in time to save his life. It was three months after he'd been admitted as an inpatient at the same asylum Roxas had been a patient at when he finally managed to hang himself with a volleyball net in the gym. He left a suicide note, reading:

To Whom It May Concern:

They're real. I met the bastards in black coats that took Roxas from me, and I finally understand everything. They offered to save Roxas for me, to bring him back from the dead. I know they can't though. No one can.

I'm going to be with the one I love. Don't blame yourselves, it was my choice. I miss him too much.

The best of luck to you all,

Axel

Xxx

A small boy around five years old built a sandcastle on a beach in the destiny isles. His older brother was off playing with his two best friends, leaving the child alone, as he was accustom to. The waves lapped up the sand at the bottom of his miniature, causing him much stress as he desperately attempted to scoop a moat big enough to shield his creation.

"Hi!" blurted a childishly squeaky voice from behind him. The boy screeched in surprised fear and, simultaneously attempting to both turn his body towards the voice and back away from it, fell onto his structure, crushing it beyond repair. Looking beneath him, the boy felt his lip quiver and tears well in his eyes. He began to cry.

The new arrival jumped, not expecting his greeting to cause such a reaction, and he immediately knelt down and began attempting to sooth the other child. Sniveling, the smaller boy looked up at the stranger. He was a skinny, lanky, awkward child of approximately the same age. All the blonde kid noticed, however, was his insanely untamed crop of red hair and piercing green eyes. The redhead grinned sheepishly, "Sorry I scared you, I just thought maybe we could play together," he stuck a pudgy hand out towards the blonde as an offer to help him up, the blonde, hesitantly, accepted it and was lifted to his feet. The redhead beamed, "The name's Axel, got it memorized? I'm five years old, and with my help we can build the best sandcastle the islands have ever seen!"

The other boy blinked owlishly, unsure of what to make of the offer. Cautiously nodding, the blonde ran a nervous hand through his golden hair, equally wild as Axel's thanks to beach water and falling in sand. "My name is Roxas."

The children proceeded to build sandcastle after sandcastle until the sun began to grow fiery in a desperate attempt to cling to the day; but eventually dusk took over and they were called back home. It wouldn't be the last time they saw each other. A friendship had been reborn.

The End

Wow, okay. Understated, short and hella sappy. Sorry if this wasn't the big bang you wanted it to be, but I'm overall very satisfied with my story. Thanks so much to everyone whose been reviewing and reading this whole time! I can't believe its finally over. Tell me your thoughts/feelings!