Memories in Pieces: Prologue
It was their graduation. The end of high school. And the last period of the day.
A blond boy looks at his friend, but his friend looks back with a confused expression.
"Who are you...?" she asks the boy.
He chuckles at her. "Namine, I'm Roxas."
"Oh, yeah. Hello, Roxas."
"Hello there, Namine,"
The blonde girl, now known as Namine, smiles at Roxas. Although, Roxas is worried, hoping that Namine's condition wouldn't be too much of a hassle in college. But that's okay, he says. The boy says he'll grow up, and graduate as a doctor, to help his friend. His friend, Namine.
"How's she doing?" a maroon-haired girl approaches the two golden-haired teens. He turns to the girl, with electric-blue eyes.
"Not so good. I really wonder how her anmesia became worse." he sighs, and continues to talk to Namine. "Do you know what day it is?"
"Is today...a Monday?" she answers in a question, but incorrectly. "If not, then I'm not sure, Roxas."
"Aww, c'mon, Namine," he complains. "today's the last day of school! And it's the end of senior year, also."
"Plus, it's a Friday, Nami." The redhead says in a giddy tone.
With a dumbfounded expression locked onto her face, she says,
"Oh."
"Do you know what's gonna happen to Namine next year?" the other girl asks Roxas. "Y'know, since she's..."
"I'm not so sure myself, Kairi," Roxas replies. "But now, all we can do is hope she gets better."
"I dunno, I mean, ever since we met her, it's gotten worse, I mean, back in Eighth grade, I couldn't even tell she had this condition,"
Roxas sighs. "Eighth grade..." he whispers, and looks at Namine, who stares back.
"Even if you forget me, Namine," he pretends to say to her in his mind. "I'll never forget you. I'll find a cure for you. I prominse you this."
And it all started in Eighth grade.
End of Prologue.