Roxy walked into the room, half in a daze, his crimson eyes seemingly glazed over. Empty. It was empty. He fell to his knees. For some strange reason, he felt like leaning over and sobbing into the cool tile until he died or became dehydrated and then died. All for some strange reason that he couldn't quite recall. His throat felt dry. Attempting to pull himself together, he stood with a sigh, pressing a hand to one of the beds, making a sharp sound like crinkling tissue paper issue forth. He winced. The noise reminded him of when Nox left.
As everything seemed to be doing now. No one knew where he had gone then, and he didn't plan on telling them either. After all, they weren't the masters of his life, right...?
The real reason for this was that he was ashamed of himself. First off, it only showed the weakness he had concerning his brother. He hated being weak. He hated dependency. He had depended upon his father, and look what it had gotten him. Tears. And now, he depended on his brother's precense to stay sane. Where would that get him...? So far, it had taken him to this school. But who knew what was to happen next?
Nox would leave him too.
This thought struck him like lightning, and he fell again, back on his knees, flinching as his skin struck the hard floor. A feeling akin to sorrow washed over him like a wave of blood, staining him in grief. Nox would leave him. Why? For some reason, he felt this to be true, as if he were an oracle, a soothsayer, a fortune teller with the Sight. His beloved Nox would leave him. But what he couldn't get his fingers on was why was he so damn worried about it?
The answer struck him with equal force, and his breath caught in his throat. Of course. Of course, of course. The answer was there right in front of him. And now, the suspiscions became reality for Roxy. Now, it was a certainty; Nox would leave him. And he didn't want to let him go.
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