"Xion..Who else will I have ice cream with?!" The blond boy held whatever was remaining of Xion's hand. Her body was fading into the orange hue, sunset sky. The girl smiled and closed her eyes, knowing she was never to open them again. She wanted to tell him one last thing, but her throat seemed to close as her body became frozen. Everything felt like static and before she knew it. Darkness.
When Xion opened her eyes again everything felt…like nothing. There was nothing to feel, nothing to see, nothing to smell, to eat, to hear. She was nothing.
"I guess the Organization was right. I really was a failure." She thought to herself. She thought constantly. Repeatedly. Memories that were hers, not hers, memories of a girl who looked like her flashed in her mind. Words like "failure", "puppet", "fraud" circled around her. All she could do was grasp what she thought was her body and cover her ears. Tears fell into the nothingness of where she was.
There was no floor, no walls, nobody to help her. What a befitting end for a Nobody like her. Was she ever really a Nobody? Naminé told her she had gained her own face once. Was that even real? Did Naminé only pity her? Did everyone only use her? Whatever it was she had a whole eternity to figure it out now. For she was truly all alone.
"Axel..Roxas..Remember me." She said to herself. She found herself saying this a lot. Remembering her was wishful thinking, she knew that, but even then, she felt if she was remembered maybe there would be a way to bring her back. Back to a place where she and her best friends could sit on that clocktower ledge. Where she could taste the cold popsicle of the Sea Salt Ice cream upon her lips. A place where she could laugh again.
Why was she still here? Did the world only want her to suffer more and more until she vanished completely? She cried again. Again, until her throat gave out from the loud yells. Again, until her eyes became swollen and red. Again, until all she could do was barely make a sound. Then..It stopped. Everything came to a halt. It was time to go.
"My friends." She quivered. "Remember."
Darkness.
Then light.
Embodiments of both danced around what looked like the heart of the fallen puppet. Then a clash. Silence.
"Need a hand?"