Chapter 3: Sorry
Namine woke bright and early to get ready for her and Xion's 'date'. This was going to finally be the day Namine confessed to Xion. She was so happy, she had never felt this way before about anyone. She felt safe with Xion. It just felt, right.
Namine took a quick shower and straighten her hair. She wore a white dress with faded flower designs at the end of the dress. Her shoes were black Convers. She had her now straighten hair in a ponytail with her glasses on.
"Do I look good enough?" Namine asked herself.
Namine was into more of the hipster kind of style. She loved her nerd glasses and putting her hair up in a mess pony tail. Xion would always complement her about her hair, when it was messy, or her clothes, when she didn't even try.
'No, no, no! I look horrible! Xion would never like me dressed like this! I need to-' Right before Namine could finish her thought, her phone rang. Xion. She sent her a text message.
'Namine, I'm so sorry, I can't go on our date tonight, something came up. I hope you can forgive me ~ Xion.' And that was it.
Namine felt like she was going to cry, her tears began to well up. Namine was emotional, she wishes she wasn't but she was. Every time Namine would cry Xion was always there to comfort her, to protect her, to…love her.
Namine didn't cry. She held it in. She was a tough girl mentally. She knew how to be brave. It was hard for her to be brave. But she knew better. But, Namine stared getting paranoid. She got paranoid easily. She also hated that. She thought maybe Xion was sick, or injured, or maybe Xion lost interest in her.
This had to stop, Namine was not going to stop until she figured out why, at first it sounded a little to over the top kind of thing for Namine to do, but her paranoia was not going to stop until she figured out.