Day Forty-Eight

♥ Against the wall in the back of Roxas' mind he kept a series of filing cabinets, row after alphabetically ordered row of mental notes and memos to himself. Axel had an entire shelf. A disturbing amount of the older boy accompanied Roxas' thoughts, little half remembered things and errant, unimportant thoughts keeping him company in the shower, right before bed, in the middle of the ...