It wasn't like I knew as soon as I saw him.
In fact, the first time we met I was pissed off - just because the one time I needed to get away, he was standing in the only place I could have gone. I ignored him, sat down, and out of curiosity peered up through the dimming sunlight.
He shone.
Normally in the light you imagine us to fade - or crumble and turn to dust, or just block out the sun - but Roxas lifted his hand gently, clasped it to his neck and breathed out. The light shone around him instead of through, making his eyes and his pale skin glow. I felt dark next to him, the wind softly tugging at the first clothes we could have found for him. My coat felt heavier.
He didn't look down at me, and if he had I would have been ashamed - he knew he was magnificent in the sunlight, standing proud.
At the moment I'd developed a swaggering stoop.
The first words I'd ever said to him were probably something dismissive, something to reaffirm myself of who I was and just how superior that made me. I've forgotten exactly what.
It's kinda funny, then, that I'll remember the first words he ever said to me, even when he's definitely forgotten.
"You're blocking the light."
I had leaned back and smiled. "No kidding."