loveRoxas

Crestfallen and weary, with neither the grace of the moon to light his path nor the comfort of a hand to lead him, he ambles blindly through the darkness with little regard for the abandoned objects scattered over the floor. The air around him is thick with chagrin, and when the mattress dips under his weight as he carefully sits down, the silk bedcovers curl against his back empathetically. He’s struggling to regain his composure, to piece together the torn and frayed tatters of his poise, but in the wake of a shattered amity and blatantly unrequited affections, all his efforts are in vain. There’s a quivering cadence in his intake

The sun had long since set, taking its shades of peach and pink along with it beneath the horizon. The fluffy clouds that had been in the sky earlier, painted pale purple by an anonymous artist, had dissolved into mere silver wisps. The stars shone brightly through the dull charcoal sky, a radiant crescent moon hidden behind the said remnants of the bouncy clouds. There was no breeze, so the palm trees stood as still as though they were nothing but cardboard cut-outs, towering over the golden sand that had lost its glisten to the departed sun. The ocean was calm, with the waves asleep so long as the wind was too, and the steady lapping at the