A/N: Hello again. I know the last section of this little fic was super short, but please don't lose hope! Anyway, here is part three of Why?

Disclaimer: I don't own it... If I did, Roxas would have been able to stay in Twilight Town...

Who do I choose?

Who do I reject?

Who do I care about more?

I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in three nights. I still haven't made a decision. It doesn't seem right to hurt one for the other. Especially when they're both so great. Every time I try to make a decision, every time I try to talk myself out of being with one of them…

"Hey, Olette," he yelled from the top of the hill. I waved and made my way up the hill to see him. When I reached him, we exchanged a gentle hug. He smiled, and I melted right there. "You here to watch the sunset?"

"Yeah," I replied lazily, as if I was caught up in some sort of a daydream.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all." The sunset was beautiful that night. Everything seemed more beautiful when he was there. We were sitting in the grass, my head on his shoulder and his arm around me. When the sun had set completely, I looked up at him. He looked back at me and smiled that smile again. I probably would have kissed him right there, but I was so afraid to.

"I guess I should probably get you home, huh," he asked. I thought there was a small amount of sadness in his voice.

"Yeah, I guess so. It is getting kind of late. My parents might get worried." We took the long way home, laughing and smiling the entire time. He walked me up to my front door, then turned to walk home. As I watched him leave, I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for not kissing him when I had the chance.

"Goodnight, Olette," I heard him say as he walked away.

"Goodnight, Roxas…"

"Did I ever tell you how much you mean to me?" The question came suddenly and unexpectedly.

I wasn't entirely sure what to think of his inquiry. "What kind of a question is that?"

"Just answer it."

"Well, no, you haven't. But it doesn't really…"

"Don't say it doesn't matter, Olette. I want you to know."

"Okay, fine. Then tell me." I had to admit, as bizarre as this conversation was turning out, I was curious. Besides, what's wrong with a little flattery ever now and then.

"Well… You mean… Um… I mean… You mean a lot to me." He practically whispered the last part. I started laughing at the simplicity of the statement and how long it took him to come out and say it. Some things will never change.

"Oh, come on, Olette, cut it out. You know I'm not very good with this sentimental stuff."

"I know, Seifer. I know…"

… I seem them both at their best. I keep thinking that I have to want one more than the other, and I think, somewhere deep inside me, I know that I do. The choices and reasons keep running through my mind. I know I have to choose. Something in my heart is telling me that the decision is made.

When can I tell them?

Who do I say all this to first?