-Yes! Yes! Although I didn't get an e-mail update I noticed that I had not one, but two new reviews for this story! How happy this had made me! Thank you thank you thank you. Haha, this is definitley good. I feel so pleased and proud and I finally feel like perhaps I came up with a good idea.

Anyway, the semester is coming to a close, with next week (12-13) being the start of finals week. Although I still work my two jobs during most of break, I'll hopefully have a lot more time to write, since they're both part-time, and Tuesdays and Thursdays I don't really do anything. And then I thought, "D'aw, I won't be able to write scenes during American Lit. anymore…"

But then I realized that I started this in my Ethics class with a professor I'm going to have next semester for another long class. So problem solved!

So here we have the end of Act I. I've decided that this will be the cut-off for acts; this is the last bit of Roxas' life prior to running away to go find Axel. Interestingly enough, the second act will be a bit longer than the first, but that's because I couldn't seem to find a place a song or two after this where I would divide this and still feel like the divide was a good choice.

And yes, the song is spelled this way. Didn't want to spell it out this way when publishing the scene, but when typing in the title with correct spellings I couldn't get the last word in. So, for sake of the original spelling of the song and getting the full title, I caved and went with the single U's instead of the actual word "you". Bleh.

Well, I'm sure you're tired of author's notes now, so I'll just end it at that.

Disclaimer: Do not own Kingdom Hearts. Do not own Halestorm songs.-

As the first lights of morning leaked into the room, Namine lay unaware in bed, peacefully dreaming of wedded bliss to the man she so dearly loved. The bells chimed in delight in her sleep as she imagined the perfect wedding, her mother sitting in the front weeping tears of joy, her father leading her down the aisle to Roxas. Of course, both blondes were all smiles as a happy aura clouded the air. Tears and smiles crowded the seats of the chapel as the minister proclaimed, "You may kiss the bride", and as Namine closed her eyes in the dream and her veil was lifted from her face, a bright light flashed simultaneously with the brilliant beams sneaking their way through the blinds and right into Namine's sleeping face.

But upon her yawn and morning stretch, she was okay with the way the dream had ended. After all, in a few hours it would become a reality. She laughed to herself when she had first thought of being disappointed by the dream's sudden ending, as the man she so loved was right next to her. Reaching over to caress his cheek, to usher her beloved awake, she was discouraged when her fingers met only air.

Turning over, she was surprised to see the space next to her empty. Shrugging it off as nothing, she called to the bathroom connected to their room, thinking perhaps he had gotten up to get ready, or even speculating that she was first awoken that morning by him moving out of bed. "Roxas."

However, there was no answer of any kind. The air was still, the bathroom quiet. She pulled the covers off as she stepped onto the floor, moving to the bathroom as she spoke again, this time a bit of confusion coating her voice. "Roxas? Are you in there?"

The door was closed, so she knocked, her hand rapping lightly upon the wood that stood between her and what she thought was her husband-to-be on the other side. Once again she received no answer, and she knocked again, a bit harder this time. If there wasn't a reply or a sound of any kind this time, she would go in herself to see what was going on. Namine gave it a bit more time, becoming more and more worried by the second.

She didn't hear anything, so her hand tightly gripped the knob and turned it counterclockwise; it wasn't locked, so she slowly opened it. To what she thought might be a horrific sight was rather calming. There was nothing there, and she breathed a sigh of relief. But that still didn't quite answer where Roxas had gone. Was he in the living room or the kitchen?

That was the next place she had decided to search, but as she crossed the bedroom to head out and into the other rooms of their apartment, she felt a paper crunching beneath her feet. At first she shrugged it off, picking it up and glancing at it for merely a second, fully intent on setting it down and then returning to the task at hand. But then, the small words scribbled on what she noticed was the back of a receipt made her look twice, and nearly devastated her when she was able to take in the words so hurriedly scribbled down.

"I'm Sorry. –Roxas"

Namine felt like she couldn't breathe. Her heart was caught in her throat as she tried to comprehend what those words meant, trying to convince herself that it wasn't true, and that it was all in her head. Still, no matter how hard she tried, Namine couldn't forget those words, and no matter how hard she wished it wasn't real, the reality of those words that lay in her hand.

She wobbled back over to the bed, suddenly struck with a gigantic wave of grieve that wouldn't keep her on her feet. Stumbling to the mattress, her feet crossing as she tried to get a grip on reality, she felt herself fall into the bed lifelessly. Tears began to form in her eyes as she tried to keep it together, racking her brain to what possibly could have gone wrong.

What about Roxas's weird behavior last night? After his bachelor party he came home looking flustered and disheveled, breathing heavily and creating small sentences to get her off his case. It was then that only one thing came to her mind; he'd left her for someone he met at the bar, most likely the stripper that his friends had purchased to get him.

This left her feeling betrayed, angry, and miserable. Yet Namine felt she couldn't hate him. After all, she loved him unconditionally; why else would she have said yes when Roxas asked to marry her.

Laying back, her mind wandered to Roxas and how they first met. She smiled to herself at the memory of her first spring break and meeting the blonde under the hot summer sun for the first time.

"It was you and me and one hot summer beating up with sweat all over each other. Soaking wet. We didn't have a lot of time so we didn't waste much. Found all the right places you wanted me to touch, and don't those memories make it so hard to forget about me?"

And then all she could feel was anger. How dare he leave her like this? She hadn't done anything wrong, so why? She was so much better than any tramp, any whore he could pick up at his bachelor party. "I bet you wish you had me back another chance to gain it just like that the best you've ever had."

She shot up suddenly, her eyes blinking away the tears. "And do you close your eyes with her and pretend I'm doing you again like only I can? I bet you wish you had me back."

Yes, that was it. He would be miserable without her, and it wouldn't be long before he came groveling back, begging for her to be his again. If not, then he'd live a miserable life without her and everyday wish she was there. "I bet you wish you had me back."

But her anger didn't last before another memory of the good times flooded her brain. She smiled and closed her eyes, as if by simply doing that then maybe she could relive it and stay there. "It was you and me it seemed to last forever. The way you taste," she touched her lips gently, remembering his kiss and how it would always set her body on fire, "I still remember the sounds we made. One day in June I stayed all night and made love to you like the Fourth of July."

"No, wait," she thought to herself. They had never done anything. She remembered that when they had actually tried, Roxas wasn't able to accomplish anything. In fact, he seemed rather shocked and unwilling to actually do anything beyond kissing. Her theory was then able to change; she then speculated that rather than running away with some prostitute or stripper he had to have been having an affair earlier. That was the only thing she could think of that suddenly made sense.

So he had been cheating on her all along.

Suddenly, Namine was just so angry again. Why couldn't he just tell her? It would have hurt, but it would have saved a lot of trouble she was going through now, figuring it out herself when he had gotten cold feet and ran away to his secret lover. "I bet you wish you had me back another chance to gain it just like that the best you've ever had. And do you close your eyes with her and pretend I'm doing you again like only I can? I bet you wish you had me back."

And then she felt it inside of her. Well, fine then. But if she could help it, he would never forget her. And she would haunt him for the rest of his life; never able to forget her face when he was with his new lover. "Every night, every time you see me when you close your eyes."

And there was her mission. She had to find him, and she would use anything she could to get him back to her, just long enough so she could get her feelings across. If she were to make him feel guilty, then he would have these feelings of regret and anguish that would torture him for the rest of his days. He would feel sorry for cheating on her and then running away on their wedding day.

Running to the phone, she quickly made a list of who to call in her head; her parents would of course be outraged, having spent all this money on the wedding just for the groom to run away. Her two older sisters would also be willing to help; they would hate to see their baby sister hurt, and would be on the warpath until they had his head. Roxas's parents would also be of use to her; she knew they would be very embarrassed and would do anything to make it up to her.

The friends at his bachelor party would also be able to help; they could let her in on how he had behaved last night. And finally, there was Roxas's brother, Sora. Those two confided in each other and knew everything that the other kept secret to the rest of the world, so he'd be able to give her a name.

So first, she'd call him. Her phone lit up as she began pressing the numbers, her hands clamping around the device as she tried to hold it steady. The final number was pressed and she quickly lifted it to her ear, anxious for Sora to pick up so that she could get some answers.

"Hello?" a groggy voice finally answered, letting out a yawn afterwards.

"Sora, where is your brother?"

"Hmm? Namine? Isn't he with you?"

"No, he's not. He came back last night, but then I woke up this morning and he was gone. He left a note saying he was sorry, and that's it."

Of course, Sora did know. He was pretty much the only one that Roxas had told about Axel. Sora was the only one who knew how it tortured him. Though he thought his brother was over him, or at least trying hard, since he was marrying Namine. Why did he suddenly run away?

"Sora?"

"I've got to go; bye."

Before she could say anything else, the phone was put down on the other end as Sora hung up. And that confirmed it to Namine. A tear ran down her cheek as she put the phone back in the cradle, feeling herself break down.

"I bet you wish you had me back another chance to gain it just like that like only I can."

She felt herself becoming slowly becoming hysterical. This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. Yet she couldn't help herself feeling this much anger and sadness at the same time.

"You wish you had me back. Bet you wish you had me back."

Along with these immense feels of sorrow as a result of Roxas's leaving was this exhaustion that she hadn't felt before. She knew that in less than an hour her mother would be over to help her get ready, yet all she wanted to do was sleep. She stretched herself back over the bed they used to share; the bed that still contained his scent from the night before. Curling up into the blankets, she felt her tears fall and stain the fabric. The glistened against her cheeks, falling down as she reached over to the other side of the bed, shifting her position in order to grab hold of Roxas's pillow.

"Bet you wish you had me back."

With that, she cried herself to sleep, awaiting her family's call wondering where she was and then having to tell them that there wouldn't be a wedding.

TBC

-Eeeeh, this was hard to write. I'm usually not much of a Roxas/Namine person…in fact, I've never been a Roxas/Namine person. So writing negatively about him and how much she loved him was hard and almost made me want to barf.

But it needed to be done. So now we know that Roxas is on the run in search of Axel and away from Namine and his family. Of course, he won't know the latter until later, and why this is important will also be revealed in the next chapter or two.

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So here he was now, at this random bar so many miles away. After that incident, he had hopped on a bus and hadn't stepped off until now, getting off to grab something to eat and perhaps a few drinks so he could drown in his misery. He honestly didn't know what to do now; he couldn't go back, and his only option was to search for Axel. Of course, if the success rate of his mission remained at what it was now, than it seemed almost hopeless.

Grabbing the shot glass placed so perfectly in front of him, he picked it up, feeling the temperature of the cool liquid seep through the glass and chill his fingers. He threw back his head and consumed the whole shot, placing the glass in front of him and gesturing for the bartender to get him another, possibly a few more after that as well.

It was the first time he had gotten completely wasted like this in awhile. His speech slurred as he called the bartender over again to give him yet another shot of whatever had been in that glass, and whatever had been in there had been pretty damn strong. His voice slurred as he tried to call him over, the bartender looking skeptically looking over at him.

And there you have it. Not too much given away, but more will be revealed in the next chapter. So I guess stay tuned until then! Read and review, over and out! -Nibzo-