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Authors Note: This story is somewhat depressing. Reader-tan is a bit suicidal, and there is also abuse in this. Just warning anyone who has gone through these types of things. I hope you enjoy the story. I enjoyed writing it. ^^ Enjoy.

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You ran. You ran as fast as you could, to the one place in the world where you could be at peace. The beach.

Life… was awful. Meaningless. If you could, you'd die. You couldn't find a reason, or a purpose, or a point in the everyday struggle you went through.

You'd go to school, get bullied relentlessly, and then go home. Then you'd wake up, and repeat the entire process all over again. For five days straight. If you were lucky, you'd have a day off from school due to some sort of holiday, but it didn't happen often.

As you ran… and ran… your [h/c] locks bounced in the air, and the heavy breeze blew your dark, blue, skirt around. The loose tie fastened around your neck, which was sloppily, and lazily tied to your collar this morning, was being thrown around your torso relentlessly. You hadn't even bothered to take your school uniform off. You… just didn't care anymore…

Breathing in the fresh, sea air, you sighed contently. You dug your sneakers into the soft, grainy sand, and closed your eyes—daydreaming.

Perhaps… now was the time…

You just… couldn't find a reason to live anymore. Perhaps you should just drown yourself in the ocean, and be left for dead.

No one would miss you…

No one would search…

No one would care…

Taking one last, deep breath, you began walking towards the water… and then…

…You stopped.

There—staring out into the sea—was a man. He was tall, perhaps six feet, or more. He had red, wild and spikey hair… and… despite the intense late-spring heat, he was wearing a long, black, leather coat.

How very odd… You thought. I've never seen him around here before…

Feeling slightly confident, for whatever the reason, you decided to slowly, but surely, walk towards the strange man. The sand underneath your sneakers crunched with every ginger step you took, however, it didn't seem to alert the man, who was lost deep in thought as he nostalgically examined the glistening sea.

Finally, you were only a few feet away from him, and he still hadn't noticed you. Were you really that… invisible? You decided not to dwell on the depressing notion, and soon found yourself looking out into the sea as well.

The sun was setting—it was almost evening. The sky was painted a brilliant red and orange. The sun was just at the horizon, and caught between the sky and the sea, causing it to glimmer wonderfully. The gentle waves of the ocean, was painted a red tint, reflecting from the suns magnificent rays. It truly was a sight to behold.

"It's beautiful, huh?" You were taken aback when you heard the strange man speak-up, and found yourself at a loss for words. There was nothing to be said. He had already said it.

"Um… yeah…" You stated, glancing at the man, with the wild red hair, and then returning your gaze back to the open sea. Still breathtaking…

The man sighed, and blinked. As he did this, he turned his attention away from the magnificent scene, and faced you…

…Wow.

He was… incredibly handsome. You couldn't fight the raging blush that spread across your cheeks from studying his features.

His wild red hair wasn't really all that wild. It only looked that way from behind. It was spikey, but it didn't look like he used any gel or hairspray. His bright, glistening, emerald orbs were both enticing, and slightly melancholy. Even so, the deep, neon green pools were easy to get lost in. He also had these strange tattoos under his eyes, which looked like upside-down teardrops…

How could it be, that you had never see this man before today…?

"I'm Axel, by the way. Got it memorized?" He said, pressing his index finger against his temple for better emphasis on 'memorized'. You simply stared at him, with a dull, and blank expression etched on your delicate face.

"I'm __________." You spoke in a depressing monotone. Axel's green eyes scanned your body, your face, and finally, your [e/c] orbs. After that, the both of you fell silent.

"So…" He said, in a slightly more up-beat tone. "What were you doing here? It's kinda late to be going to the beach… Don't ya think?" You didn't answer him. Instead, you sighed, and glanced back at the sunset. The sun always shone, despite your sadness…

You kicked a plethora of sand into the air, and watched as some of it fell into, and splashed at the water, while the rest either flew off to the side, or sunk into your shoes. After that, you toppled yourself down, and lay down on the rough, yet somehow soft, sand.

Axel seemed to understand your action, and he gently placed himself on the ground as well. As he sat down, you could hear the sand crunch beneath him. He leaned himself back, and held his body up with his elbows. One of his legs was spread out straight, while the other was bent up, and looked like a triangle.

The redheaded man took a handful of sand into his palms, and he slowly let the substance drop, and slip between his fingers, and he repeated the process again, looking more than bored.

You cleared your throat, and wrapped your arms around the back of your head, and closed your eyes. How were you going to explain to a complete stranger, that you wanted to die? Well, maybe not die, but… not feel… Feelings always got in the way. They were what made you weak, and vulnerable. People always knew how to take your feelings, and twist them around their greedy and selfish fingers.

"I… want to die…" You said surely, and regretted not a word you uttered.

"Oh?" Axel twisted his neck to the side so he could look at you. You didn't bother to return the action, as you just continued staring at the slightly clouded, red sky, with closed eyes. "And why's that?"

Another sigh left your lips, and you finally opened your eyes, watching as the pale clouds floated through the salmon sky. "Life… is meaningless. Everyday I'm tormented, so… what's the point…?" Axel didn't say anything. "Sometimes… I wish I didn't have a heart. Then I wouldn't feel. Then… I wouldn't get hurt…" You closed your eyes once more, and furrowed your brows. That thought sounded much better then death. No heart… equals no sadness…

Axel laughed. You were utterly confused. "Trust me, ________. Not having a heart isn't all it's cracked up to be." He said, and placed his head against the sand on the beach as well, fully lying down as you were.

You cocked a brow. Trust him? Yeah, sure… Trust a guy you just met. But… there was something about him… He sounded… truthful?

"How would you know?" You scoffed at him, despite the fact you had a small hunch that he knew exactly what he was talking about.

Axel shook his head. "Why don't you tell me why you feel this way?" Did he really care, or was he just trying to get off the subject of hearts? Well… it wasn't like you cared. Nobody else would listen to your problems, so this was better than nothing.

How were you supposed to explain your dreadful life to him, anyway? You'd probably just depress him…

"You don't wanna hear it. It'd just depress you…" You said, moving your body against the sand, and feeling it rub against your thighs.

Axel chuckled, although you weren't sure why. "I doubt I'll feel anything…" He sighed and looked somewhat melancholy from the statement. You shrugged it off and inhaled deeply, trying to find the words to explain your pitiful life…

…Everyday in school, you were the target of this group of snobby girls. You never did anything to them. You never said anything to them. You never even looked at them. And yet, they decided to claim you as their victim.

The leader of the group of girls was tall, blond, gorgeous and… evil. She was the witch of your school, and the most popular at that. Her and her posse would push you into lockers, knock your books out of your hands, trip you—everything.

When they had first started bullying you, you would defend yourself, and fight back… but… There was one problem…

The leader of the posse… Her father was the principal of the school…

So… no matter what you did, she would never get in trouble. She would even be able to make up stories about you to her father, and get you in even more trouble. Sometimes, to avoid her, you'd just sit in the janitor's closet all day, and just daydream of a better life… or cry. They were the only things you could do.

Once, she somehow found out about your sanctuary. Funny, huh? A janitor's closet was your sanctuary…

Anyway, she found you, and the first thing she did, was smirk…. And you knew something awful was going to happen. It always did. Nothing good ever happened to you. It just wasn't in the universe's plan.

Needless you say that her and her posse got a bit… physical. One would hold you down, while the others took turns… You didn't cry, though. You couldn't. Your tears dried up a long time ago.

After being tormented for so long, you just gave up. You let her torment you. You let her hit you. You just… lost the will. Your pride was completely drained, and you couldn't remember the last time you actually enjoyed your life…

…And as if that weren't enough, your home life was no better.

When you were five, your parents were killed. There was never an explanation on how, though. You barely remembered anything, because you were so young. The only thing you remembered… was a lot of… black. You remembered shadows, and fire… that's it.

Your aunt and uncle took you in after the accident, and life just got worse from there…

They… blamed you, for the accident. "Why did only they die?! Why did YOU get so lucky?!" They would say, over and over again. …Not like you particularly cared about what they said…

A few years after you were taken in, life seemed to be going by normally. Your aunt and uncle treated you somewhat better, and you were making a lot of friends in grade school. Life seemed to be going well. Until…

When you were nine, your uncle died. And, again… it was another unexplained accident. You were with him, when it happened, but you didn't remember much—if you remembered anything at all. All you remembered…

…Was darkness…

You also remembered bright, glowing, yellow eyes… but that was it. You were too young to recall anything else.

After that incident, life just got worse...

…And worse…

…And worse…

Whenever you questioned your aunt about the incident… she'd hit you. So you learned to keep your mouth shut. But that wasn't enough. Adult's always found a way—always found a reason, to truly make you feel angst.

Your aunt started drinking—of course. Adults always turned to alcohol to solve their pathetic problems. You? You would go to the beach, and sit in the warm sand, and look out into the pristine, and crystal blue ocean, and daydream… You would do that, or eat some delicious sea-salt ice cream at the ice cream shop in your town. Those were to only two things you could really enjoy anymore. Nobody could take them from you. Nobody…

And you told all of this to Axel. And he listened intently. He didn't blink. He didn't interrupt you. Hell, it didn't even look like he cared. But… it was nice to have someone who listened to you. Years… and years of apathy, and melancholia… finally let out. It felt… great.

"And that's my life…" You sighed, and threw your arms up in the air. You just confessed your depression to a complete stranger. This was going to bite you in the ass somehow. It always did…

After moments, which felt like hours, of silence, Axel finally lifted himself up, and stared out into the ocean.

The sun was now fully set, and the bright, yellowish-white full moon was out, shining down on the two of you. The sea, that was once painted a golden array of vibrant reds, was now a deep, dark, and cold blue. You could see the bright moons reflection, which was warped from the waves and ripples on the oceans surface. It was surprisingly cool, despite the heat earlier on that day.

"Hey, _________..." He said, never taking his green eyes away from the gentle ocean.

"Mm?" You hummed in response to him.

"I…" He hesitated, and then turned his neck to face you. "…don't do anything stupid…" He turned around completely, and began walking away. You could hear the sand crunch beneath his black shoes.

"What…?" Was all you could say. Why did he give a damn about what you did? "H-hey, wait up!" He stopped. You lifted yourself off of the sandy ground, and dusted the grains from your skirt. "Why do you even care?" You asked after speeding over to him.

Axel glanced at you, and didn't say anything. When he finally did speak, though… you were at a lost for words…

"Don't give your heart up. There are some people who would love to have it…" He said. You blinked a few times, and found yourself blushing slightly. What did he mean by that? Did he mean that someone would love you? As if. Like that would ever happen.

"W-wha… I… I don't…-"

"I'll be here tomorrow…" Axel continued walking, as you were dazed from his words. You shook your head, and watched as he left. Right when he was about twenty feet away from you, he turned his neck and looked back at you—smirking.

"Got it memorized?"

And with that, he was gone. Your mouth was slightly agape as you registered the strange mans words. Did he… did he want to see you again? Why else would he have told you he was going to be here again…?

You shook the pointless questions out of your mind, and your eyes widened as you realized how late it was. Crap… You thought. I'm gonna be in so much trouble…

You raced back to your house, which was in the complete opposite direction of where Axel was going. You ran… and ran… And when you finally made it to your house; panting and clinging to your knees, you opened the door.

"I-… I'm home…" You half-whispered; not really wanting anyone to hear you. Your aunt was going to be furious with you for running out of the house, and not coming home until almost eight o'clock at night. It's not that she was worried about you, and cared. Oh, no. She would never worry about you. She just wanted a reason to harass and beat you.

"Where have you been?!" Your body flinched as you saw your aunt standing in front of you; face red with anger.

"Th… the beach…" You confessed in a shaky voice. Your aunt narrowed her eyes at you, and scowled. Here it comes…

SMACK

You held your cheek as pain pierced through it. The flesh was warm, yet cold at the same time…

"Get the hell to your room. NOW." She demanded, raising her arm in the air as to ready herself for another blow if you didn't comply.

"Y-yes ma'am…" You said, walking up the stairs in your house, and towards your room.

Your eyes were dull, and half-open. Your lips were slightly parted, and were curved into a frown. This was your life… and, to be honest… when you were spending time with Axel today… you had never been happier. It was weird, really…

A sigh left your soft lips, and you entered your room. It was on the small side, but it had a bed, and you weren't usually in your house anyway. You usually tried to get out of your house, and away from your aunt as much as possible.

Once you were in your bed, and snuggled under the thin covers, you sighed to yourself—out of irritation. Axel's image kept popping up in your mind. You… you were actually excited to see him again. But… you still couldn't help but wonder why he would want to see you again in the first place.

"Whatever…" You mumbled to yourself as you fluttered your eyes closed. Your consciousness slowly drifted away, and you found yourself dreaming about the spikey-haired, green-eyed… and strange man…