From that moment on I knew that it was never going to work out again.

And from there I spent the next half hour moping on the school property, trying to keep myself dry with the flimsy umbrella I had.

Damn it was cold too.

I had always thought it pretty ironic, that whenever something depressing happens to me, it starts raining. Well it didn't always happen, but it happened quite often.

So while I was sitting on a bench on the school grounds shivering my butt off, I heard distant footsteps coming up to me.

My eyelids closed and I shut out everything. I didn't want to talk to anyone right now. School was starting in fifteen minutes anyways.

"Hey, is that you?"

It was a girl's voice.

"Hi, Namine…"

I muttered under my breath in complaints as I heard her sit down beside me.

"A-are you okay?" Her stuttering and unsure voice said.

I opened my eyes and stared out into the rain. "No. I'm not okay. In fact, I think I just probably had the most depressing moment of my life like 17 minutes ago!"

I did my best to contain this and said all of it to the ground. Pretty much, Namine could see how pissed and down I felt right now.

My eyes shifted to look upon the nervous looking blonde beside me. Her hands were clutched around the handle of her umbrella and she had a light blush on her face. I guessed she was sensitive when it came to emotions.

She spoke with fluster. "I'm not sure w-what's bothering y-you…but, every problem can be fixed…"

Her grip on the umbrella relaxed and she looked at me in the eye. But my face still had an annoyed frown on it. Namine opened her mouth to speak again. "You just have to show your emotions the way you want them to."

My frown disappeared and I began to stare. Feeling as if she had done something bad, she was about to get up and leave in her panic.

But I reached out and cried, "Wait!"

Seeing that she had stopped in her tracks, I relaxed and withdrew my hand. "Please, Namine. Don't go yet. I'm sorry for getting mad in front of you like this. So…I guess I should take my first step on your advice."

The nervous girl turned to look at me. "A-and what's that?"

"Thanks," I smiled a little bit. "Thank you for what you said. It made me realize something. We could be friends sometime!"

The basketball whiz's eyebrows rose in surprise. Then she turned around to look at me directly.

"What do you mean?"

I held out my hand toward her. "I'm saying that we should shake on it. To being friends!"

She blinked twice and looked at my hand. But she shook it quickly and immediately ran away into the school building. Guess I was too weird that time.

Shrugging, I stood up. Other students were coming from everywhere. And that's when I realized that school was starting soon. And when school starts…that meant homeroom.

Homeroom meant Xion.

I shouldered my school bags and walked toward the school in confusion.

…is it okay if I take a little break…from you?

My heart felt as if it gained a few tons.

I knew I had to trudge the long way up to homeroom. And I was dreading it. I had no idea what was going to happen now. But what she said there on the tram…a break; I remembered that look in her eyes. We were never going to speak to each other from that point if I didn't do something. I knew what she said then wasn't true. She was putting it off forever.

Five minutes until class.

'you just have to show your emotions the way you want them to.'

A small smile curled up on my lips. It was a nervous smile. I knew that I couldn't screw it up this time. Or else I'd lose her. We'd never be friends again. But if I got things right, maybe I could turn things around.

And make them even better.

Then I felt my cheeks flare. And after that I slapped myself.

The bell rang and I could hear the last second students rush in the hallway to class to avoid tardies.

It feels as if I can't think anymore.

My head turned to look at Xion. But the moment she saw me staring, she turned away.

I don't really understand why she's doing this. This is all confusion and breaking. Is it because she can't control herself? Maybe she has more things that are important than me? I continued to stare into her eyes with a hazy expression on my face and thought about her.

How did she feel about me?

My chin rested on my fist as I stared blankly at her. I wondered how I felt about her. And…maybe that was the cause for all of this. Maybe it's because of confused emotions. I wished I could talk to her right now, but I couldn't for obvious reasons. And she's the one who pushed me away. I cant change that.

But how about changing her decision?

A smile blossomed on my face and with slightly red cheeks went back to my work. It would be embarrassing enough if the teacher caught me staring at her.

I don't feel sad anymore. I'm kind of happy right now. Not that she cut off the relation, but because I knew that I was going to get her back.

When I came home, I had absolutely nothing to do. Everything that came to mind had at least something to do with Xion. And it was then that I realized that almost everything active in my current life revolved around her. She was my only best friend and I hung out with her the most.

I wondered why it had been so painful for me ever since Xion left. It only happened this morning anyhow. I think…I'm sad. It's like this day is vague, shrouded in an ash-coloured haze, and it's just like time is passing. It strikes me as being kind of ironic though. Time is passing. But with her gone, it's different. It's no fun.

Even with my other friends, everything feels as if it's just routine. Everything was just the same. Too same.

And even worse, what would happen if…my plan didn't work? What if something happened that I couldn't talk to her anymore? It scared me, made me uneasy, that I might never talk to her again.

So I lay in my bed quietly just staring at the clock on the nightstand just waiting for something to happen. I wanted to talk to her, but something told me that if I called or texted her, she would break up and immediately hang up on me.

"Then what should I do?"

I shut my eyes and drifted off into a light sleep.

The boy with the blazing blue eye sped as fast as he could down the stairs. By the time he reached the bottom, the girl had disappeared into the background. Turning around, the blonde saw that he was in a narrow tunnel. A bright light shone in the end.

Everything around him was checkered with black and greenish white tiles. Chains hung everywhere from the ceiling.

The young keyblade wielder sighed as his fire continued to burn from his right eye. He scanned the area for the girl and saw no other place to go but toward the light. Taking running as a convenience, he sprinted toward the end swiftly to catch up with her.

But to his surprise, a long metal chain shot out from the light, clashing with his right arm and wrapping around it. The blonde stopped his sprint and tried his best to break free from the bind. But no matter how hard he tried, it stayed on his arm. He even tried to cut it with his keyblade.

The chain then tightened for a turn for the worse and began pulling him towards the light. The wielder struggled and pulled then once again another chain sped towards his other arm. More chains followed after that, until he was trapped and bound to the point where he couldn't move.

The chains quickly brought their prisoner to the light and the blonde found himself before an empty space. The girl he was chasing stood before him with her back turned toward him. In desperation, the boy tried to struggle free once more but once again the attempt failed. His keyblade dropped from his hand and as soon as it fell to the floor, it disappeared into a flash of light. The blonde's blue fire went out.

The wielder was helpless and stopped his struggles. When he did so, the girl turned around, her deep midnight hair swishing into place on her perfect, pale face.

She walked toward him until she was right in front of him. Her gloved hand reached out to touch his face, but the boy turned away from her touch. The girl's lips turned up in a cold smile and she ripped her keyblade across his chest causing the boy to cry out in pain.

A blue liquid burst from his chest splattering onto the girl's cloak. The wound quickly healed in seconds but the attack left the blonde breathless, his breath slowed to a soft panting.

Once more, the girl took his cheek into her hand and she leaned forward with a dark smile. They were nose to nose.

The onyx haired girl looked at the blonde in the eye. He weakly looked back.

A moment of silence was shared in the room of nothingness.

Then she jerked his body forward and kissed him.

He made no response as he felt the soft pressure of her lips against his. His eyes remained blank and slightly open as they began to slowly close.

When the girl released him, she took a step back and looked at the blonde with a blank look on her eyes. No expression was on any of their faces. Then she moved her left hand in a sweeping direction towards the wall.

The chains followed her movement, throwing the boy to the wall and his body hit it with a sickening smack.

The girl dropped her hand and the chains released the blonde. His limp body slid to the ground with a thud. His back leaned against the wall and his eyes were slightly open as he saw the girl slowly walking toward him with her wicked blade glistening.

But his vision blurred as his consciousness drifted away.