Author's Note: Hey everyone. It's ARi NAi, your ever so lovable new writer on I decided as a treat to all those out there, I decided to write a song fiction about my favorite KH character, Namine. It's more Namine-centric with a hint of Roxas x Namine. It's not based in the world of Find Me, Save Me but it's alternative universe from KH obviously.
Summary: I always loved Tom's Diner. It's where I saw him everyday. I lose myself here. He always had a great smile. Namixas, One-Shot
Pairing: A hint of Namine x Roxas
Song: "Tom's Diner" – DNA Featuring Suzanne Vega
Enjoy The Diner!
I am sitting in the morning,
At the diner on the corner
I always come to Tom's Diner. It's an amazing place with a vintage environment and atmosphere. I lose myself in the comfy black chairs and my hands happily sitting on the table. My feet are always touching the marbled floor and my head is wondering at the different abstract paintings, to see if anything has changed in them.
I am waiting at the corner,
For the man to pour the coffee
And he fills it only halfway,
And before I even argue
It's him, the man who always serves me coffee with a great smile. He'll always say "Hello, Miss" like he does every morning I come. He always catches me off guard with his greeting and it makes me blush. As he pours the coffee, I gaze at his features once more. His lovely blue eyes, his blond hair spiked on one side, his nicely toned skin as if the sun was kissing him at every moment and everything else that was blessed upon him. Suddenly he moves away and leaves my coffee half full. I don't mind, it's just her again.
He is looking out the window, "It is always nice to see you"
At somebody coming in
Says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in,
She is shaking her umbrella
Her name is Selphie, a girl who lives blocks down from the diner. She's nice but we don't really talk. She visits the man and the owner, Tom a lot during the workdays. I have no idea if she is interesting or even dating one of them but it doesn't matter to me. I have a feeling about the man that makes me keep a hopeful gleam. I know it sounds childish but I feel like I can say it thousand times over; I like him. Time to pour my milk to make it sweet.
And I look the other way,
As they are kissing their hellos
I'm pretending not to see them,
And instead I pour the milk
I open up the paper, Who had died while he was drinking,
There's a story of an actor
He was no one I had heard of
The newspaper can depress me sometimes. Even more so because it is raining outside right now. I suppose I should try looking for something more indulging for the time being.
And I'm turning to the horoscope, When I'm feeling someone watching me,
And looking for the funnies
And so I raise my head
It's that woman again. She always passes by this place, as if saying she can't escape reality if she comes in. She wants to come and almost does but decides not to and continues to fix herself up. It's strange how I'm observing these things but I suppose that's what "chilling out" can do to you.
There's a woman on the outside, No she does not really see me And I'm trying not to notice
Looking inside does she see me?
Cause she sees her own reflection
That she's hitching up her skirt
And while she's straightening her stockings, Oh, this rain
Her hair is getting wet
It will continue through the morning,
As I'm listening
The rain…it's so mystifying. I can only imagine why it's always raining on days like these. God only knows why but maybe I'm being too inquisitive about everything. The cathedral is playing and I remember seeing him singing along with what was playing at the time. It was so beautiful how he sang the song. Another thing I care to like about him. I even remember him having a picnic with himself while I was on a midnight stroll. It was weird but for some reason, I knew he didn't care.
To the bells of the cathedral, And of the midnight picnic I finish up my coffee,
I am thinking of your voice...
Once upon a time before the rain began...
It's time to catch the train
Time to go head to my job. I'll come back tomorrow for another cup of coffee. I wave bye to the workers and put up my umbrella. Before I could leave, he stopped me.
"Hey Miss. Are you coming back tomorrow?" He asked, catching his breath.
I told him I was and he smiled. He knew I was but he had to ask for his own reasons.
"Hope to see you then." He said, cupping my cheek and kissing it. Like I said, there was always a gleam of hope.
Weird, huh? My mind is so confusing sometimes but I hope it was interesting enough. So did you love it? Did you hate it? Want to comment?
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