I am standing on top of the station clock tower. It was dark and raining. I am looking down at someone, and they are shouting up at me. I whisper something, but I couldn't understand it. There were words coming out of my mouth, but I didn't know what I was saying. It was incomprehensible noise. The person on the ground started shouting more frantically as I put a foot over the edge.

"I'm sorry." I somehow manage to say as I step off. I'm so calm as the ground rushes towards me. I accept that I am going to die. Suddenly I'm screaming. I realize I am now the person who was already on the ground. I'm screaming and watching my other body fall, not looking away as it smacks the ground. There was a horrid, sickening crunch as the body connected with the pavement. I run over to the crumpled, bloody body. Sobbing, I hold the corpse. I look down at what used to be my face. It's not exactly my face anymore. It's her face. Those big beautiful blue eyes blankly accusing me. 'You weren't there when I needed you.' Her voice echoes through my head. 'This is all your fault. You should have been there.' She suddenly reached up and grabbed me by the throat, strangling me. There was a deafening crack of thunder.

"You should have been there for me!" She hissed, bloody face twisted into a vicious snarl. I jerked, suddenly staring at the ceiling of my bedroom. I sat up, face wet with tears and sweat. I threw the drenched comforter to the side and got out of bed. Shielding my eyes from the sun's blinding light shining through the curtains, I stumbled out into the hall and made my way to the bathroom to retch.

"Fourth time this week." I sighed, leaning on the sink while blinking blearily at my reflection. I looked like shit. Sighing again, I shuffled back to my room and threw myself on the bed. I didn't bother fighting the fresh tears that burned my eyes. I buried my face in the pillow to muffle the sobs. I cried and cried until my throat was raw, then kept crying until I had neither the tears nor the energy to continue, essentially crying myself to sleep. Thankfully I had no other nightmares. When I awoke again, I was assaulted by the smell of burnt bacon. Curious, I threw on a shirt and went to investigate. Following the smell downstairs, I ventured to the kitchen where I found Lightning unpacking plastic to-go bags.

"Morning." I croaked as I walked past her to the fridge. She went still, clearing her throat when I came across the charred scraps of bacon stuck to a pan. Lightning crumpled up the empty bags before thrusting a box into my hands while snatching the burnt pan from me.

"Here." She commanded, lightly shoving me towards the table. "I figured you could use something to eat." She added softly. I frowned as I took a seat.

"Did I wake you?" I asked before opening the box and taking a bite of turkey bacon.

"Yes." Light answered simply before scrubbing furiously at the charred pan. "…But don't worry. There's no harm done."

"But don't you have to go on patrol soon?"

"Yes, but stop worrying, you haven't done anything wrong." She said before giving a frustrated grunt as she struggled to clean the pan. She gave another grunt halfway through breakfast before marching upstairs. Shaking my head, I stuffed the last bit of waffle in my mouth before going to the sink and filling the pan with hot water. Lightning came back down just as I was throwing my styrofoam plate in the trash.

"You didn't even eat." I remarked.

"Oh… Well things happen." She mumbled while fastening her rank pauldron to her shoulder. "Look…" She stepped towards me and put a gloved hand on my shoulder. "Are you going to be okay today?"

I nodded, giving a small smile to confirm. "I'll be alright, honest. I… I just still need some time…" Light opened her mouth to say something more, but her cell phone went off. She frowned a bit upon seeing who it was. She stepped away to answer the call. I took the chance to put her untouched breakfast in the microwave.

"What do you want? No. And I'm not your sister." She snapped. I fought the urge to snort. That could be only one person. No wonder she frowned. Snow had to be one of Light's least favorite people at the moment. "No. I don't have time for your shenanigans today." She barked into the phone. "No! How many times do…" She stopped for a moment before sighing and pinching the bridge of her nose. She turned to me. "Roxas, do you work today?"

"Not for another couple of hours. Why?" I answered while unballing one of the bags and sticking her plate in it.

"I need you to give this moron a ride to the hospital. I don't have time to do it."

"That and you don't really want to." I grinned, earning a small smile from her. "Yeah, I guess I'll do it." In all honesty, I wasn't that fond of Snow either. He was too loud and obnoxious, and he thinks he knows everything. After she hung up, Light gave me a brief hug and took the bag containing her breakfast from my hands before leaving for work. I was suddenly aware of how painfully quiet it was in the house as I went back upstairs. Stopping at the door next to my room, I sighed and lightly placed a hand on it. The wood was cold. Sighing again, I shook my head and continued on to the bathroom for a shower.

I let my mind wander as the warm water beat down on my head. I wonder if Light has nightmares like I do? It seems like she has her days, but she tries to play it off so I won't worry about her. Sometimes she looks so haggard and dead in the mornings, with horrible dark circles and no energy. Poor thing blames herself for what happened to Serah, and no one can convince her to believe anything else.

Serah and Lightning had gotten into a fight on Light's birthday when Serah broke the news to big sister that Snow proposed. Light was furious to say the least. She refused to support the engagement and accused Serah of ruining her twenty-first birthday. Serah ran off in tears and was found in a café bathroom unconscious a few hours later. Ever since she's been having terrifying and randomly timed seizures, and now she can't even leave the hospital due to the severity of the seizures.

Light hasn't been the same ever since. I would say she's lucky though. At least she can still see Serah. At least she still got to apologize. At least she can still talk to her, hug her and be forgiven. I don't have the same luxury. It was taken from me. Taken by the very person I needed and wanted so desperately to forgive me…

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Hello dearies! Long time no story yes? So here we are again! Let's hope you enjoy this and let's hope I can finish this one this time!

In all honesty I feel that this one is a little heavier than what I usually write. Please let me know how you like it and all that jazz! So review review review please and thank you! And stay tuned!

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Melodious Authoress