Figured I should probably actually use my account, since I've started writing fanfics again recently...
"I guess I would like to know- what do you know about me...that I don't?"
Roxas. A boy seeking answers. Answers about himself. About his very existence. And the person he's seeking answers from-
"You..."
Namine. An unusual girl, who Roxas feels an unusual connection to.
"You were never supposed to exist, Roxas."
Roxas is horrified.
"What?"
His whole life has been turned upside-down. In his confusion, there was one person he thought of as reliable. And yet-
"How could you even say such a thing...even if it were true?"
"I'm sorry."
Namine smiles apologetically.
"I guess some things...really are better left unsaid."
And Roxas wonders why she looks so sad.
But really, it's only natural.
After all, Roxas isn't the only one who was never meant to exist.