A/N: Just a drabble-ish thing I wrote for a friend. I liked it enough to post it on here. I hope you enjoy!
A Memory of a Memory
There was a girl--was there a girl?--in the back of his mind. He could see her sad smile, hear her happy laughter, feel her warm gaze. The girl was nameless, faceless, and yet she was the most important person to him. Or was she? A person who wasn't a person. A person who existed within his mind.
Nobody.
When he met her, blue eyes shining, hair like gold in the light of the setting sun, he had an odd sense of having known her. For a second--less than a second, a fraction of time where he was left grasping for the flash of memory that had come and gone before he could actually see it--he thought he knew her from somewhere.
A sad girl, lost and alone, but not alone, they were with her, her support as the times became rough and the days became long, and the answers for who and why became harder to distinguish.
"Hello, Roxas," she said. It was then that he realized that he did not know her.
Why did he suddenly feel like crying?