Wrathofbrett
"Er…excuse me, I'm looking for someone." The woman scrunches up her face as she tries to think of how to describe the person. "He has spiky hair, really spiky hair, blue eyes, kind of tall, um…"
She feels herself biting her teeth, a weird little guilty feeling in her stomach. Something, something, there was something, something, something…!
"What—What is his name?" She finds herself stuttering out. This feeling…she can't identify it. She knows the answer, she knows there's something, and it's on the tip of her tongue, yet she can't…a clue! She just needs a clue! Oh please, just something…
She feels such desperation and she wonders why.
"His name? It's…Cloud." The woman says, and when she asks her question, she already seems to know the answer. "Have you seen him?"
(Yes! Yes, she has! She knows spiky hair, she knows blue eyes, she knows it, she does, she does, she does….not.)
"No…" She responds. Seeing the woman's resigned face, she adds, "I'm sorry."
The woman waves it off.
"I'm used to it. I'll keep searching anyway." The woman gives a cheerful smile, and she wonders if it's forced, forced like the smile she finds coming to her face. Everything seemed so fake nowadays.
"I wish you luck."
And as the woman walks off, she can't help but wonder…what was his name?
This…person, she's trying to remember.
Deep in her mind, she remembers when a few days ago, the mayor's daughter had come to her, a weird look of desperation in her eyes. She remembers her asking, "Ma'am, did you ever have a son? A son named Sora?"
No, she doesn't.
She can't seem to r e m e m b e r anything anymore.
AN: Yeah, that was Sora's mom, in case no figures out.