Beautiful song I've heard recently, "Awake" by Secondhand Serenade inspired this songfic. It's based on Zexion (as seen from the Golden Chamber series).
Awake
Zexion rose from his bedside. Turning on the radio next to his bed, he contemplated another long day of Lindblum ministration. He hated this job… Ever since Gildas died, he… that had done it. He blinked back the tears, and before he knew it, the radio had changed songs… “Awake” began to play.
As soon as the intro came on, Zexion dashed for the radio. This was their song, and he couldn’t manage it without-
“With every appearance by you, blinding my eyes… I can hardly remember the last time I felt like I do, you’re an angel disguised… And you’re lying real still, but your heartbeat is fast just like mine…”
No. No. Not now. Zexion fumbled with the buttons, trying to turn it off. Please.
“I will share the air I breathe, I’ll give you my heart on a string, I just don’t wanna miss anything…”
He blinked back the tears. His vision was blurred. Come one, please, please… which was the off button? On the left…
“You’re my Key to Survival and if it’s a Hero you want, I can save you just stay here… Your whispers are priceless, your breath it is dear just please stay near…”
Too late. Zexion dissolved into sobs on his bed, wanting everything to end. Please. He couldn’t take this any longer. He missed him too much…
“Say my name, so I know it’s true, you’re changing me, you’re changing me… You’ve shown me how to live…”
Zexion threw himself into his pillow, pounding it with his fist. It wasn’t fair. Why did Gildas die? Why? Gildas was the only one… the only one in his life who meant anything anymore, and now he was gone… why did he bother to wake up in the mornings? What drove Zexion to live anymore?
“Will you stay awake for me? I don’t wanna miss anything, I don’t wanna miss anything…”
Miss anything? Gildas wasn’t missing anything at all, just the cries and tears of his love as he faced another day of anguish and pain. This was more than he could bear, he hadn’t heard this song since he and Gildas had spent their last, duty-free night under the stars, his hands in Zexion’s hair, not thinking about the future but gazing into each others eyes…
“I’ll share the air I breathe, I’ll give you my heart on a string, I just don’t wanna miss anything…”
It was over. Zexion composed himself, readjusting his robes that he forgot to take off the night before. He walked over to the mirror, and began to improve his appearance, getting rid of the tear stains in his cheeks and putting wax in his hair to regain his previous looks. Gildas always did like his hair like this… With a heavy heart, Zexion opened the door and stepped out, walking briskly along the corridor. The King and Queen had a meeting in thirty minutes.
