Hmm…This one didn't turn out quite as well as I'd thought. Maybe I should have gone with the 'Why I Left the Organisation' one. Oh well, I'll save that for some other time.

Roxas
I Wonder Why…Summer Always Ends so Soon?

It looks like he's in a flower. A lotus. Lotuses have special meanings, don't they? So that's what it must be. Only, it doesn't really look like he's in a lotus so much as it looks like I am. Or, another me. It isn't though, though, because I don't exist. That's what Naminè said, at least. I don't think that's what she meant, she's too nice to mean something so awful, but that doesn't change the fact that she said it.

If I touch him, I'll disappear. I'll be gone. Just like that. No more Struggle, no more ice cream, no more Hayner or Pence or Ollette, nothing. I suppose it wouldn't be too bad. It's not like I'd miss them, if I don't exist anymore. Except, I don't exist now, but I miss them already. This is so…there isn't even a word to describe it. Maybe I could make one up. Except, how does someone who doesn't exist make something new?

Wow. This kid in the flower, he just shows up and then my entire life goes all to pieces. I'd say it's unfair but… Well, he was here first. I guess I'd be the one impos- No! No, no, no! This is my life, crazy and fucked to hell, but it's mine. He can't just…He just…He can't.

How can he even have been the first one? I have memories of my life here, of growing up in a town where the sun is always setting and never really gone. But, I have other memories now too. Memories of black trench coats and wheel-carrying men with hair big and red enough to cause seizures and of castles with thirteen floors in either direction. Then there is the third set. Memories of this boy, of his island and his friends, memories that aren't mine but feel so much like they are.

Memories. That's Naminè's forte, isn't it? I don't know what's real anymore, but I have notions of her being called the witch by that strange, scythe-wielding man and the woman with antennae, because she could control memories, just like they controlled flowers and thunder. I'd rather not dwell on their names, it would only make them seem more real, and I'd rather if they weren't.

It's such a strange capsule. Beautiful, in a coldly pure way, like that room of solid white where Naminè lives. Or lived. Maybe they've killed her, I wouldn't put it past them. But the watery glass, like a dewdrop blooming into something completely impossible still draws my attention. If it's still here, and the boy inside is still alive, then surely Naminè is as well. Besides, she said we'd meet again. She wouldn't lie to me. Not that I can truly believe that, but…Well, she seems too familiar for me to do anything but trust her.

His name is Sora, isn't it? This spike haired boy. The sky. How strange, but I guess it must suit him somehow. I don't know how, though. Maybe his spirits are sky high. That's what the memories tell me. They also tell me other things. There's a girl he loves, red hair and a name he once forgot. And a boy who betrayed him and saved him, who he loves equally. I suppose I'm lucky that my emotions were never so strong, it must tear him apart. Actually, I never really felt anything too deeply until the dreams began attacking me. I wonder if it's because I don't exist?

No existence, no emotions. If that's true, though, then why do I feel so awful about this? If I don't exist, why do I feel like I do? If I was never meant to live, how I can fear death?

Questions, questions. Hundreds of them, but I won't get any answers. It used to be that if I got confused about something over the summer I could ask my friends, then my parents, then, eventually, the teachers at school when vacation ended. Now, though, there's no one to ask, more importantly, no one to answer. No one except me and this boy who I have to wake up if I want the world to live.

Back home, I'm thinking of it in the past tense already, I used to live for vacation. The time when I was free! Not just of school, but of burden and responsibility entirely. Free of everything.

I guess I've made up my mind though. Still…

"You're lucky, Sora. It looks like my summer vacation is…over."