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trois.

celestial t e a r d r o p s
roxiné

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"It's raining."

She stood with her face tilted up towards the sky, irises of sapphire obscured by her peach-colored eyelids, taking no notice of the drops of water that pelted her skin or the saffron strands that plastered to her rosy cheeks.

"My mother used to tell me stories when I was little," she said, her voice laced with reminiscence and wistfulness. "She would tell me that when it rains, the heavens are sad. They're crying because they're mourning for someone."

She opened her eyes and turned to her companion, a boy whose blonde hair and cobalt orbs matched her own, and allowed a miniscule smile to grace her lips.

"Come on, Roxas. Let's go home." The girl stepped onto the golden asphalt of the crosswalk.

She never saw it coming.

Naminé, look o u t ... !

Tires screeched.

A car horn belted its lamenting call into the charcoal-hued sky.

A shriek rent the frigid midnight air.

A loud thud echoed off the walls of nearby buildings.

And then it was silent.

N a m i n é ...

He had eyes only for her, for her limp form lying in a pool of her own blood, cerulean orbs still tinted with a blend of surprise and fear. He paid no heed to the man kneeling next to her, his hands covering her slender shoulders, attempting to shake her back into consciousness. He ignored the scarlet-painted vehicle behind them, the hood dented where it had struck the girl.

He only saw Naminé, his friend and fellow Nobody, lying dead in the middle of the street.

Naminé, please wake u p ...

Everything was quiet, save for the pitter-patter of the rain lashing against the grayscale sidewalk, the crystalline droplets painting dark splotches onto the cement.

Just like teardrops.

"When it rains, it means the heavens are sad. They're crying because they're mourning for someone."

And then he understood.

The heavens were sad.

They were crying...for her.

They were mourning for Naminé.

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Disclaimer: Sadly, my parents didn't name me Tetsuya Nomura when I was born.

A/N: Gomen nasai for taking so long to update.

I shot down my own Roxette idea.
Once I think of a better one, I'll post it.

Kaiora's up next (finally).
It'll be totally angst-free.
Maybe.

Until then, please review &&stuff.