Zexion woke up in the darkness of his room. Sweat glisined off his body. The memory of Myde burned into his head. He frowned and took a drink of water from the glass on his night stand. The water felt warm and dry going down his throat. It tasted old. Zexion opened the drawer to his bedside table and took out the dried up roses and the note that was starting to show its age. These three items had been given to him many years ago by Myde. He traced his finger over the slightly newer rose. It reminded him about becoming Ansem the wise's apprentance.
Flashback
Ienzo woke up and quickly got dressed, careful not to wake Myde up. He tucked the singal rose and his birthday note into his pocket. These two items were the only things he had to remember Myde by. He left out of the frount door and sighed big. He didn't want to stay but didn't want to leave either. Ienzo walked to the mansion. He was unaware that Myde was following him.
Ienzo walked through the iron gate as it closed. He sighed depressingly. Myde ran and grabbed a rose from a near by garden. He had gotten pricked by the rose thorns. He started bleeding slightly.
