Frixie was laid out on his bed, spread eagle as he stared at the ceiling. It was
still processing in his mind.
Dexion is dead.
"Dead...." Frixie said so quietly, so innocently."Dead..." He repeated the same word,
his voice cracking with emotion. Anyone could die in the entire organization to him,
anyone but Dexion
And your never going to see him again,
The brown haired male sat up, one leg bent up so he could lean his arm on it and the
other just laid out. He felt a horrible, weight on his chest that wouldn't go away,
he felt his world going out of orbit very slowly as he sat alone in his dark
room."Dexion is dead," He said once again, his eyes wide as the words processed
themselves in his head. He put his hand very slowly over to place where his heart
should have been and closed his glowing eyes, feeling tears slip from his closed eyes
and down his cheeks. He put his hands over his eyes and thought, the words had
finally hit home as the weight on his chest became heavier with each passing moment.
He's gone, your never going to see his perfect little face again. Your never going
to hear him say your name, your never going to hear him laugh or cry ever again.
Frixie let his hand slip and let a small cry escape his lips as his tears started to
fall more freely as he fell back down onto his bed, curling up in a small, tight
And your never going to tell him how much you love him,
Last edited: 8 December 2010
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