"The sky's so beautiful today," A small black haired girl sits on top of a clock tower that watched over the town. She stares at the sight of the sun setting behind the distant, green hills, as the sun begins to hide away for the night to rise. It's the sky that the three always sees everyday, but everyday, the girl seems to find different features to the sky that make it all the more beautiful. The girl leans back on her hands before turning toward her two friends: a boy with golden hair that could rival the sun's own rays, and a man with red hair like firecrackers.

The other two looks back at the girl then back toward the horizon. She notices the gleam in their eyes as they smile, too; the joy glowing upon their faces.

"Yeah, huh?" The red hair man says before laying down, "It'd just be nice to sleep under the sun all day."

"C'mon, Axel," the blonde jeers, "You sleep all day!"

"Hey! I'm a busy guy, unlike you two," Axel gets up and shoves the blonde's shoulder, "I've got lots of work. I gotta take some time off for myself every once in a while."

"Not sure if sleeping really counts as busy," the black haired girl mutters and giggles to herself.

"You know I work, right, Xion?" Axel pouts, "I thought between the two of you, you'd know that. Or what? You guys suddenly going against me now? Just poor old me?"

Roxas snorts, "Poor old you, huh?"

Axel grumbles, realizing he dug himself a hole. Xion and Roxas couldn't help but laugh at the moodiness of their oldest friend. Despite the many times they bicker up here, the three enjoy that about their relationship. They could easily talk about their opinions and joke about it, too, without the other getting offended. It's a mutual understanding.

At least, that's what Xion enjoys the most out of her friendships with the two. Yet, what she enjoys the most is just being with them. They could be doing anything else; they could be off eating ice cream or watching movies together, but what really matters to her is being with them. To hear them laugh, to hear them talking, to be in their presence and feel their presence fully, that's what she loves.

It's also a reason for her fear, as well. The presence that she craves. She fears that all of that is nothing. She fears that one day, that that joy and happiness she feels with them would disappear, one way or another. Everytime she parts ways after their get-togethers, she has this fear that once she turns her back, they will disappear from her. That once she goes home every night that the next day, they will simply vanish. She doesn't know how long this fear has been going; for all she knows, she could have had this fear ever since she was a kid. It made her all the more afraid of nighttime. She just wants to be with Axel and Roxas forever. Up on the clock tower, or just running around Twilight Town.

"Hey! Earth to Xion! You there?" Xion sees Roxas waving his hands in front of her face. She is taken aback by the sudden movement, but she laughs it off.

She turns back sheepishly to Roxas and Axel, "What's up?" Despite her need to be in the presence, she also has a bad tendency of being in her thoughts. A little too often than she wants, but the other two don't really mind; really, it's become their routine.

Roxas smiles and chuckles, "Sorry. I thought we lost you for a bit. Axel and I were saying that the sun's getting pretty low, so…"

Xion turns toward the sky and notices how the sun has nearly disappeared behind the hills. The sky is no longer as colorful and bright as it was when they first came here. The clouds no longer reflects the deep reddish color it did; it started to take on a heather purple. The sky itself lacks the burning colors of yellow, red, and orange, and instead slowly blackens. How odd that the time went by so quickly.

Xion nods and starts to get up, helping Roxas up. Axel had already gotten up by the time Xion walked over to his position. She wouldn't have helped him even she managed to get their on time; he's far too large for her to help up.

Then, they make their way down the stairwells of the clocktower to the plaza below. Under the streetlights, they say their farewells, making plans for the next day, ready of whatever the world may throw at them. The streets now only sound with their voices. It's their own little world at the plaza.

Then the fear starts at her again. Like it usually does. Xion turns back and still sees Axel and Roxas making their way back home together. She sees them joking around with each other, punching each other's arms and putting their arms around each other. She smiles softly but feels a clenching feeling in her chest. She knows that she'll see them again tomorrow; they all promised, but she can't help but feel like there is something odd about them leaving.

As she sees them finally disappear behind the corner of the alleyway, she shakes away that feeling she has inside her, assuring herself. We'll see each other again, she keeps telling herself as she turns the other way and begins to walk. Just like we always do.

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Nighttime is always her favorite part of the day. Every little detail of the night sky is so astonishing to her. How the sky itself makes her think of a never ending quilt, with each patch of the sky sown with soft, amethyst clouds and little starlight.

There comes the great benefits of the nighttime — one of them being rest, of course. After a long day of planning the next day and watching over today, there is nothing better to do but to sleep. The other, however, is just drawing the night sky. Her routine of the night time usually took to that: drawing and admiring the sky right before sleeping under the magnificent scene.

She is just about to finish coloring the sky on her notepad with little shades of midnight blue. It seems almost realistic on the paper — a perfect replica of what's above her, and it makes her happy.

At last, she finishes and she holds up her notepad, gazing at it with awe. She certainly feels accomplished today, as she brings the notepad close to her chest. She holds it tightly and closes her eyes, taking in the hard work she's done for the day and what's to come tomorrow.

What's to come tomorrow? She thinks to herself, putting the notepad aside and lying down on the large cotton blanket that covers the grassy ground for her to sleep. As she rests her head on the pillow, she looks up and stares at the starry night. She knows that it'll be the same old routine, of course. Being stuck here until it's safe to leave this place be. She also doesn't mind being here though. Her little place here is one of the nicest places she had to stay at. It has a sort of cozy aura to it. For what reason, she couldn't put her finger on it, but nonetheless, it's nothing to complain about. All she knows is that she'll be here for a long while until she has fully completed her task here.

She turns her head and sees her pale notepad. Smiling, she puts a hand on the notepad.

"Goodnight, Xion," she whispers, "Sweet dreams." Soon, she too closes her eyes, dreaming her own little dream.