You're not Alone [Demarluxa]

As the Assassin stood in the doorway, he couldn't help but to let a single tear drift away from his tear duct and slid gently down his face. He set the blue rose he had in the fire, watching it burn. And it went up in flames rather fast. 1

"Well that ends that." Marluxia whispered, walking out of the room. He couldn't say he didn't expect it to end at some point, but that didn't stop it from hurting. 2

As the man walked down the pure white halls, he held everything in rather easily. Same shit, different day. He sat on the couch, and stared up at the ceiling. Half-expecting Xigbar to just pop out of no where. That was not the case. 3

Marluxia ended up there for hours, just staring at the ceiling. Thoughts of the past plagued his mind. It disturbed him. 4

"You're not alone." A hand placed itself on Marluxia's shoulder. This made The Graceful Assassin jump.  Soon, the pink haired man smiled. 5

"What are you talking about, Demyx?" He asked, looking up at him rather curiously. 6

Demyx frowned and sat next to Marluxia. "You can stop faking it, I know how hard it is to smile everyday. Maybe frowning every once in a while would be good for you." 7

"I don't know what your--"8

Demyx scooted closer, and placed a finger over Marluxia's mouth. "Shush. Don't lie to me. I can tell these things." He whispered, moving slowly closer and closer. 9

Marluxia's face burned a rouge color as he looked into Demyx's eyes. His mind remained blank. He wasn't sure what to make of what was going on. It was then he realized-- He really did like Demyx. The Melodious Nocturne, the one who was always there for him. The one who no matter what time it was, wouldn't mind Marluxia walking into his room just to talk. He needed Demyx. He needed him around. 10

"Demyx, I--"11

He was cut off my his hand being grabbed by The Nocturne. At first Marluxia seemed shocked, until eventually his body relaxed. 12

"I love you."