He had to run for it. This was the third time this week. He knew his friends had put up with it the last couple of times, but this was the last straw. Hayner would be steaming. Pence would be impatient again. Olette would be worried out of her misery. They wouldn't take it any longer. Roxas had to hurry. He can't let this be the same reason why he was late again. It was that dream. It has been keeping him up all night again. He knew couldn't tell them, but he knew he couldn't stall forever. But that dream, that same dream. It just won't go away….

It was dark. He can hear himself running around, as if searching for the light. But he knew every time he took a step, someone else would follow. He tried turning around but no one was there. But that feeling, it was almost like it was trying to stop him. Stopping him from moving forward, away from the light. Yet, though it was dark, there was something about it, who knows what it was, but something about it was comforting. But it was the darkness, how can this be so? He wanted to move into the light, but something about it wanted him to stay. To never leave. Was it his dark presence? The thing that only cares about fighting? The true wielder of Oblivion? The true bearer of the keyblade? He tried running, but now it was a sprint, it ran after him. He never turned back. He tried with all his might. He never looked back. He kept going, knowing that his body was pleading for him to halt. He won't stop he can't stop. He heard the steps still behind him. Then he sees it, the light. The sanctuary he searched for. It was so close. He heard the steps were coming closer now, also running his speed, he couldn't stop now. The intense feeling grew greater. He couldn't just sit there now. He had to move. He could still here the steps. "…A…." He heard a sound. He couldn't find the source. But it didn't matter, the light drew nearer. He kept going. "….X…" He didn't have time to think. The steps were louder, even closer than before. The light was just a few steps before him. "…" As he felt the light gently touch his skin, he heard it, the mysterious sound. "ROXAS!!" But it was too late. He had entered the light. The darkness can no longer move forward. It was to remain in the hell it was born from. "ROXAS!!" the voice called again. Roxas still couldn't recognize the voice, but it didn't matter, he moved on. He never looked back. He didn't say goodbye…

"Roxas…."

***

He woke up covered in sweat. It was just a dream. But it felt real. It had to be real. But nothing was there. Nothing had really happened. The room was silent, the blue fish lantern continue it cerulean light. The fish continued to swim around and around, it had nowhere else to go. He looked at the clock. 9:26. Shoot. He was late. He immediately got up and ran out the door. He just had to catch up. He was almost there. Past the light, past the dark, past the shades. Just a little more…He made it. The train station was crowded with people. He could hear many conversations going, the train howling its final call, the ticket station spiting out one slip of paper after another. He looked high and low. From one station to another. Nothing. No sign of either one. "Oh! Hey Roxas!" Roxas turned around and saw a man greeting him on the other side of the station. "Hey Biggs." Roxas ran up to him.

"Hey have you seen the group?"

"You mean Hayner, Pence, and Olette?"

"Yeah! We were supposed to go to the beach today."

"Well, yes and no."

"Huh?"

"Well, they were here."

"What happened to them?"

"Well, they were here earlier this morning. They were waiting for you to show up. Hayner was his usual self and Pence and Olette were trying to reach you."

Shoot. His phone. That's what he forgot.

"Anyways, Seifer and his crew passed by and said they were going to the beach too and soon got Hayner heated up and made a bet with them saying whoever got there first, claims the beach. Of course Hayner immediately got on the next train, along with Pence and Olette shouting at him to wait for you, but it was too late."

"…"

"Yeah…I'm sorry Roxas."

"No, it's okay."

"I can give you ticket to catch up if you want."

"No thanks, I'm alright. I'll just go home."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, thanks for your help."

"Ok, see you around then."

They waited, they actually waited. It had to sink in. The fact that Roxas was going through a lot, they were still there for him. He couldn't believe it. The tears were starting to come, he had to leave. He ran off, as he felt the tears stream down. He kept running. Eventually by the time the tears dried, he stopped. He looked around. "LUCKY 7 DESERTS" He smiled and walked in. Knowing they would be exhausted from keeping Hayner from starting a fight with Seifer, he would be there. With three ice creams in hand, he would wait. They were there for him. He will do the same.