Author's Notes: I wrote this for my writing class earlier today, and 'cause I write fanfiction for that class so much, well, this ended up being a result. Well, this plus the second part, but that was just the exact same thing, but transferred into third POV. I liked first better, so this is the version you get to see.

It's Roxas, by the way. If you couldn't tell.

Disclaimer: I don't own Roxas, Namine, the people who randomly think they're a couple ('cause, um, ew), or Kingdom Hearts in general. Although, I really wouldn't mind.


All I Know
WhiteLightning

As I stepped into the room of the old mansion, I knew right away that everything was as I feared. White blinded me, as it appeared to radiate in the room, coating the walls, the table, and even the chairs—I supposed this was why it was nicknamed the "White Room". The only colour was in the poor drawings that hung on the walls, some I recognized from my dreams. Hanging there, they mocked me for the things I could only vaguely remember: people I knew, places I saw, monsters I fought.

But, standing there, I knew they weren't really things I had experienced, but things he had—the boy from my dreams, Sora. I didn't understand why I was having dreams of his adventures, or even why this room existed.

My eyes came across a particular drawing, one of me and the boy I'd never met standing side-by-side. Confusion swirled in my head with my thoughts, but one question kept repeating itself: who drew these?

I got my answer when someone entered the room from the door behind me, and I turned to find a pale, blonde-haired girl, wearing a pure white dress—she seemed to match this room, as if, somehow, they were made for each other.

"You are a part of him," was the only thing this girl told me, but it was all I needed to understand:

I didn't really know myself at all.