I knew I was being rough with her but I just couldn't do this anymore. Nobodies can not feel anything but if that were the case why do I feel something for (y/n)? Because, everything I have ever been told about being a Nobody was a lie. It's time for all these lies to stop, starting now, with (y/n) learning the truth.   I sighed, lowering my gaze to the floor instead of at her, I knew it would be harder to tell her if I looked at her. It would be so much harder when I would see the hatred in her eyes as she found I could have stopped this. She sat on my bed in our moment of agonizing silence, when I finally spoke, I sounded so frustration and annoyed, not with her, but myself.  "(y/x/n), you deserve to know why and how you got here. I was sent to Twilight Town to find someone. A keyblade wielder to replace someone I... to replace our Number XIII rank, Roxas was his name given to him by Xemnas. He had found out some dark and dirty secrets, the icky jobs of the organization had made me, his friend, do to others within the order. So while out in Twilight Town, I was overcome by my rage, my pain, my, I guess, loneliness. As a result of it, (y/x/n), I took it out on a wall..." I briefly looked up the see the shock that riddled (y/n)'s features, I knew I had a temper, and it tend to heat things up a bit, but for her to look at me with such innocence and sympathy but not to remember a thing about what had transpired that day... She had began to reach out a gloved hand, to offer a bit of comfort me I guess, but I pulled back from her reach. "Axel, please... Axel, are you okay?" She spoke so quietly, like she  did something wrong or she suddenly became afraid of me. I sighed, frustrated with myself. What does she have to fear? If anything, I'm the one who has something to fear... "(y/x/n), for once in your life, stop trying to be so nice! The world isn't a nice place, we aren't nice people here, and if maybe, just for a second you'd realize that, maybe you wouldn't have wound up here!!! You could still be with your little moogle in your shop, synthesizing needed whatevers..." I spoke in a more harsh and annoyed tone. How can she stay so nice, and sweet with the way she just had everything stripped away from her because she was nice to a stranger?  " What are you talking about Axel? I don't understand..." Her voice wavered, pain pinged in my alleged void of a heart, sadness laced every word she spoke. Please don't cry (y/n), this is all for you to know the truth, I'm so sorry ... "Well, if you would listen instead of offering me comfort.. " I started again, annoyed with  how hard this was for me. She simply looked at me and nodded in compliance as I carried on. "That day, I met a girl, she was shorter than me, not so much younger though, her eyes were (e/c), (h/l) (h/c) hair, and (s/c) skin. Something about her... just something about her stood out to me. Maybe it was the way her aura gave off something...warming, so full of light and hope. Heh, I guess that's what drew me to her, she gave me the same feeling as Number XIII, Roxas. So, after she caught me punching the wall, she talked to me a bit and I followed her back to her shop, on the way we encountered a large collection of heartless, and that's how I found out that she was a keyblade wielder." I just simply nodded as he continued on with his story about this little wielder. " I should've have told Saix that day that I found the wielder but I didn't want the same thing to happen to her like it did to Roxas, so I kept her a secret for as long as I could, she became my friend. (y/n), you became my friend and I never wanted you to become a part of this, I should've went outside to stop Xigbar but I..." I couldn't keep talking as I looked straight at the girl before me. Her face screamed confusion and turmoil over what I just said, though it was no where near what all needed to be said. She looked me dead in the eye and I could tell something wasn't right, her eyes began to dart around the room as she began to fall back on the bed. " (y/n)!" I called out to her as she slowly started to lose consciousness. I got up and held her close as her eyes fluttered close. "(y-y/n)? C'mon, wake up, please!" I shouted to her, but she did not move, she just lay limp in my arms. I had only seen this happen to one other person, and once they had woken up, they were no longer the same... I sighed, tears welling up in my eyes  So much for not feeling anything....  I opened a dark corridor to (y/n)'s room and gently laid her on her bed, careful to not have any chance of hurting her. I glanced over her one last time before heading back through the corridor to my own room.

Please (Y/n), forgive me for what I've done to you...