The farmhouse was the only light leading him home. Dad left the porch light on and there was a blue hue coming from the living room; he was probably watching TV waiting for Roxas to come home. The wind was picking up and he felt that all too familiar chill go down his spine and the wind pulled towards the forest. Roxas glared at the forest challenging it to come for him. The cool fall wind slowly ebbed away as he made it to his creaky porch. The dog began to bark and greeted the youth at the door. The young man scratched the terrier's ears before walking towards the couch to greet his father.

His father was there watching a silly reality TV show, probably something to keep his mind away from his work, he felt his son's presence and turned to see how his night was.

"It was good, dad." Roxas smiled softly.

His father stretched and let out a yawn, "I thought you were spending the night with Hayner? You practically begged me to let you go."

Roxas stumbled with his words forgetting about the lie he told his father. "Well, we were but his room was really messy and his parents told me that I couldn't spend the night until he got it cleaned, and, ya know Hayner, he refuses to do anything when he's told to do it." Roxas let out a nervous laugh.

His father looked unimpressed by the shoddy lie his son blurted out and let out a bland 'uh-huh'. Roxas felt himself break into a nervous sweat. He knew he was screwed when his dad gave that kind of 'uh-huh'.

His father crossed his arms and gave his son a scrutinizing stare, "So, where did you really go?"

Roxas was dead.

The young man sighed in defeat. He couldn't tell his dad a lie if his life depended on it. His dad dealt with pill addicts all the time; he knew when someone was lying.

"We went to the library instead to research." Roxas said flatly.

His father raised an eyebrow, "And why would you lie about that? That would the place you would say you were going as a lie, not the other way around."

"Well," his son started slowly. "We were researching on other occurrences like the ones that are happening now...and we found something pretty interesting…"

"Like?"

Roxas heart was pounding. He was nervous. "Dad…. did you know Sora Day?"

Time felt like it stopped. His father looked at him dumbfounded, like he was processing what his son just told him. Roxas heart felt like it dropped. His father's face went from shock to distraught.

"Where….Where did you hear that name?" he said quietly.

Roxas backed up a bit. "We found his name in an article. It said he went missing November 6, 1986...and he was last seen by the woods…" Roxas stuttered.

His father looked fragile. His eyes darted around for answers for a moment or so, then he let out a small chuckle.

"He was my big brother." he smiled sadly. "Sor-Sor was my big brother."

He fell back on the couch. Roxas wondered why his dad used such a childish nickname for him. how much of an older brother was he?

"How old were you when he went missing?" Roxas sat by his father.

The older man pulled out his wallet and carefully pulled an old photo out that was bleached by the sun… and there he was. That was the missing boy and a little boy in his arms, with blond, spiky hair like his dad. there was something scratched onto the photo.

"Sora 15 and Ventus 6 1986"

His dad was so little when he lost his brother.

"His...memory fades a little bit more each day. I've forgotten what his voice sounds like. Your grandma and grandpa hid all the videos of him and most pictures...Saying it caused too much pain. But I remember his room. it was untouched… like they were waiting for him to come home, like it was some sort of hallucination they were having. I vaguely remember a young man would come to the house everyday. He was usually dressed in black and he would sit on the back porch with Mom, comforting her, even though he himself looked so lost." His father was starting to tear up. The last time he saw his dad cry was at his mother's funeral.

"I wish you could have met your uncle…. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about him….I'm sorry Sora, for hiding you from my life so many years." the last part he said more to himself.

It finally clicked in for Roxas on why his dad didn't want him near the forest ever and why he wanted tabs on him 24/7…..He didn't want to lose him like he lost his brother and for him to slowly become a faded memory in people's minds. Just like his mother was slowly fading from his memories little by little. Roxas hugged his father and comforted him. His father whined that he should be the one comforting his son, not the other way around. But Roxas knew that sometimes even adults needed a comforting embrace from their own. Soon they both fell asleep on the couch and woke up to find Xion on the couch with them. Most likely felt left behind if she didn't contribute to the love pile.

Breakfast was surprisingly loud and full of life. His father was talking non-stop about wonderful memories he shared with his older brother. Roxas found out the Sora was pretty goofy and would make goofy mistakes, like locking his only keys in his car and how he and Riku pulled a prank at the school by putting a cow upstairs. His father laughed even harder because he knew that cows could not go down stairs so the cow was stuck there all week until they got a crane and removed it out of one of the bigger windows of the school. He told us that the reason why he knew so much about this was because he was close to his cousin Kairi, after Sora went missing all those years ago.

Roxas made up his mind.

"Dad." he started. " I want to go to the woods and look for Sora and the rest of them."

"Absolutely not." his father said without skipping a beat.

"But dad-!" Roxas whined.

"But nothing." he said evenly. " I will not lose another family member to the woods."

While in the middle of their quarrels they didn't notice something was missing. Little Xion was running around in the yard with Winston; both small, fast and hard to catch. Winston started barking at the woods and let out a whine before bolting towards the woods and Xion's little legs shortly followed. She heard a whisper calling her.

"I'm coming!" she giggled.

The woods seemed to open up for the small duo and swallow them whole. All that was left was a little primrose to bloom on a cold, autumn day.

Author's note: Hey guys, I really didn't say much about the last chapter but i would like to thank all who have stopped and read this, it means a lot and those who have followed and reviewed, you are really awesome! and it really makes me happy when i see one! (plus it makes me want to write more seeing that people are enjoying it)

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