(This is my first songfic . Heh. The song is Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy. I don't own the song, the band, or Kingdom Hearts. Sorry if it sucks.)

Goodbye, my almost lover. Goodbye, my hopeless dream. I'm trying not to think about you; can't you just let me be?

Namine sighed, looking into the mirror longingly. Nothing was particularly wrong with her. She just wasn't good enough. All she saw was failure. Failure and heartbreak.

She'd seen heartache so many times before; she'd given it a name. Riku.

So long, my luckless romance. My back is turned on you. I should've known you'd bring me heartache… Almost lovers always do.

Namine looked down at her bathroom counter. It was lined with all sorts of torture devices. Eyelash curlers, an eye pencil, lipstick, wretched powder, creamy eye shadow. She shuddered just looking at the things. But if she was to do this right, she had to complete each part of her plan correctly.

She got to work on her face. She started with the curler first, tried to figure out how to work it. "Ouch!" she cried, still not sure how to use it. She set that down, and decided to start with something else instead.

We walked along a crowded street; you took my hand and you danced with me. And when you left you kissed my lips. You told me you'd never forget these images, no.

After she was all prettied up (hair included), she picked out the perfect outfit. A slinky black top and solid white capris. She slipped that on, along with her favorite gold sandals. She looked divine, even her inner voice - whom she was battling with - agreed.

She glanced at her wrists. The creamy white skin looked strange in contrast with her shirt. She could see blue veins peeking through, a site she did not enjoy. She would fix that soon enough.

Namine walked down her stairs slowly, taking everything in. As she stepped foot into the kitchen, her eyes automatically looked for a calendar. She smiled, a far-off smile that might have frightened any small child.

The date, of course, didn't matter. But what was written next to the small number was a note to herself. One year (:

I never want to see you unhappy; I thought you'd want the same for me.

She kept the smile plastered on her face for a few minutes as she collected things. A steak knife, Sharpie markers, a diamond ring that did not belong to her, and a thin wine glass. The glass was cheap and had come in a set. A birthday gift from her sister.

Namine carried her things upstairs, and her smile had faltered into a grimace. She resented having come to this decision, but could not stop her feet from moving.

She was alone in the house. As a twenty-four-year-old, she lived by herself. The only other person with a key had been her ex.

Namine got to work with the markers. She wrote a note on the wall behind her bed, then tossed the markers to the floor. She slipped the ring onto the proper finger for an engagement ring, and held the glass with her teeth. She sat on the bed, tears in her eyes. She shifted position.

Laying like a princess would, Namine pressed the knife to her wrist. She squeezed her eyes tight and bit down - hard - on the wine glass, and began to chew the shards. The glass dropped and rolled off of her bed. Her mouth was burning and full of her own blood.

As tears fell from her eyes, she pulled the knife across each wrist several times.

Goodbye, almost lover. Goodbye, my hopeless dream. I'm trying not to think about you, can't you just let me be?

Namine died at age twenty-four, thinking about what she had written on the wall; about Riku; about the other girl and how he chose her; about her and Riku's one-year-anniversary.

Her eyes closed as cold death had her in it's reach.

(I actually wrote this twice. The first one sucked waaay more than this one did. Review? It was my first songfic, so that's why it… you know, failed. But I like this version better than my first. Eh. Whatever.)