Amidst the tall grass and weltering flowers, the chilled air of fall passed with ease and prickled Naminé's skin with goosebumps.

Plucking a flower struggling to survive in the cold weather, Naminé adds the flower to her growing chain. Her hands delicately intertwine the stems together, running her fingers along their furry surface. For the moment she feels at peace in tending to this mindless task, with no outside worries to concern herself with.

She didn't need to ponder her role in the world, only the rustling of the nearby trees filling her thoughts. It's a feeling mimicked when she drawing or cooking, the alluring calmness of having a task to tend to without consequences. She doesn't exactly recall how she learned to weave flowers into crowns, only fuzzy remains of memories she feels she shouldn't touch. She feels like they were memories that she could awaken in dreams, but are quickly forgotten when she woke.

"There you are!" Comes a voice, hesitating her fingers positioned to pluck another flower. She glances up into the blue eyes of Sora, making his way towards her from their house. He nestles in the grass next to her, bending some stray flowers under his weight before speaking again. "I've been looking for you." Naminé doesn't respond, going back to add more flowers to the crown.

Sora watches her with interest as she completes the circle, the clouded skies above provided the scene with a somber sort of light.

"Oh. Isn't we used to make these all the time as kids? Mostly you, though." Sora muses with a smile, running his finger around the soft petals outside of the crown.

Naminé briefly wonders what those days were like, spending endless hours making these delicate rings of flowers with loved ones. Did he miss those days?

(Even though that memory is a fake one.)

A glance up into Sora's face doesn't provide an answer, only a brief smile when he catches her gaze. Sora proceeds to pick a couple of growing flowers as well, doing his best to mimic Naminé's movement to little avail. "What are you out here anyway?"

"I don't know. I just want to, I guess. How about you?"

"Because of you." Her mind became silent at that sentence. A comfortable silence washed over them for a moment, before she speak again.

"Do...do you like being here?" Away from your friends and destiny, the voice from the back of her mind added.

"Of course!"

"I see..." Glancing at the finished flower crown, she take it and tried to put it on Sora's head. Seeing she tried to put the crown, Sora lowered his head a bit.

"There. Look good on you."

"Thanks, Naminé."

"That's the least I could do for you." She has replaced Sora's silver crown with a flower one. She doesn't even regret doing it. She is really selfish. And for that, "I'm sorry." She said in a muffled sob. Sora doesn't notice the sob. Or maybe he did. She did leave a clue about what she had done to him all over the house after all.

"What?"

"Nothing, let's go back." She said, getting up. "I'll cook your favorite food today if you win this race."

Sora, also getting up, quickly raced behind her. "Hey! Not fair!"


He knows. But he thought maybe his friends and worlds could wait a little longer...