"You weren't meant to exist."
Who said this to me?
He remembered vaguely a white room with pictures on the walls. One was a drawing of him, standing beside a man with red hair.
Someone I'm supposed to remember…
And there was a girl too, in a white dress. She had short blond hair and her eyes were a beautiful color. But what the color was… he couldn't remember.
It was her. She was the one was said those things to me.
What was her name?
He remembered now the man who had taken her away.
"A nobody doesn't have a right to know anything" the man had said to him.
There was something about me that he didn't want me to know. That girl was going to tell me so he took her away.
So it was… my fault.
"Roxas!"
He remembered her calling him, saying his name.
What was her name? Why can't I remember?
No… I don't want to think about her anymore.
I can't stand it.
And as thoughts of self-loathing and guilt consumed him, he wondered suddenly why it was that he was so upset.
Lots of things are my fault… this isn't the first time someone has been in danger because of me.
He couldn't remember much about his past, but this he knew.
But I've never been this upset. No… she's special. We are connected, we are the same. And knowing that she's in danger…
Then…
"Roxas!"
He froze.
It's her. She's all right!
But as he was about to turn to her, he realized that he still had not remembered her name. Feeling bad, he didn't want to face her. But he had to see her, he had to make sure she was okay.
He slowly turned around to face her. His gaze instantly focused on her blue eyes.
Those beautiful blue eyes… how could I have forgotten?
And without even realizing it, her name rolled off his tongue with ease.
That's right. The girl with the beautiful blue eyes, the girl named…
"Namine."