This is what happens when I watch really good AMV's. I see a half second flash of Roxas falling off the tower, think 'hey that must've been traumatizing to watch for his friends', realize they didn't exist, and then wonder how many memories their real hearts retained, other then vague feelings.
AKA, it doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but it made me happy to write it. The end.
The Tower
She came to the clock tower alone sometimes. It was nice up there; she often came to reflect on her life, her friends, sometimes just the simple beauty that could be seen from the dizzying heights of that tower. That was what she was doing that day. Just watching the sunset, watching the oranges and reds and blues as they slowly mingled with the clouds and sky.
And then the strangest thing happened.
–there was a boy-
He sat on the barrier that surrounded the tower walkways, like Pence and Hayner and her sometimes do. He had ice cream in his hands. He seemed… preoccupied. Forlorn.
The image was strange, like a memory, or a fragment. A ghost she could see, but with her mind and not with her eyes. It was difficult to explain.
-he looked up and smiled-
He was all sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. A white checkered best and grey-brown pants a oddly fitting ensemble. It was an interesting outfit, but nothing she hadn't seen before
–she would walk past a store and see that vest and think of him, not knowing who he was-
Who was he?
–Roxas-
He didn't seem to be paying much attention, she noticed. His ice cream was quickly melting, dripping off the stick to make the fall to the concrete below. It was a very long fall.
–he stood then-
She watched him stand, and misstep on the narrow ledge. In a moments panic, Olette reached for the falling specter, only to have her hand pass through his. He wasn't there.
-he didn't exist-
She leaned over the rail, watching with a morbid, panicky fascination as he fell.
–he didn't do much, just closed his eyes, awaiting the grisly fate that would meet him at the bottom. He did not cry out, or try to curl into a ball. A fall from that high…there wouldn't be anything anyone would be able to do for him -
She watched as, just near the bottom, the image disappeared. Merely blinked from view, as if it had never been there. She was glad it had not played all the way through but wondered just what it had been. Was it some half-forgotten dream that she had once had? Was it a ghost, forever replaying his final moment? Was she delusional? Or was it something else entirely?
She kept the event to herself.
–they would understand, they had it happen to them as well-
As she walked down the towers many steps in a daze she still found herself wondering and worrying that her eyes had not deceived her, and she would still find a body at the bottom. There wasn't, there was no boy who didn't exist.
-Hayner saw him; saw him fighting with something or someone down in the struggle arena-
She made the walk home in silence and alone. She didn't really want to talk to anyone really. She had much to mull over.
-Pence saw him, down in the Usual Spot in the back ally flipping through some old photo's-
She walked up the stairs to her room, flopping to her bed with the plan for a quick nap to straighten her mind out.
-the funny thing was, they all knew they knew him. It was some emotion, a hidden one, that lie deep within their hearts. They could not pinpoint it, or determine its source but it was there. The feeling only grew when Sora showed up a few short days later-
Maybe she would remember who that boy was when she woke up.
-Maybe they would all regain a lost friend they never really had-