Prologue: She's Gone, Irvine Kinneas.
"What is to become us, Selphie?" I turned to glare at him. His amber eyes were focused only on the blue sky overhead. I struggled to my feet and began to walk away. "What?" He said, turning over to lie on his side to look at me, confused. I stopped but didn't turn around to face him.
"I'm not Selphie." I stated simply, my voice tinged with bitterness. He scrambled to his feet hastily, realizing his mistake.
"Hey! Look, I'm sorry! It's just that so much is on my mind that I don't know who's who and what's what. Sorry...Forgive me?" He stammered. I spun on my heel and looked at him.
I shook my head, backing away from the worsening situation. I had thought that I had finally found someone to love me like I craved to be loved but no… I was merely a replacement for another. "No. All you think about is her. She's gone, Irvine Kinneas. And she is not, I repeat, not coming back. So get over her. Okay? Wake up!"
Irvine bowed his head. He sighed and walked in the opposite direction as me. He was just as defeated as I was. I knew that his heart would always really belong to that little girl that had been murdered so violently while trying to defend her beliefs about the world. He knew that he would never get over her, never really put her and keep her in the past. So why had we decided to chase this hopeless love of ours?
I guess he felt the need to replace the young girl that he had loved so much. But I wasn't going to let my feelings be destroyed so he could continue his deluded fantasy anymore… Selphie Timlett is dead.