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A/N: Yeah, so, same story as before, listening to music, falling in love with music, humming music every second, becoming obsessed with music, becoming obsessed with the fics that pop into my head while listening to/humming said music. The song is how do you love me now by Hey Monday

This is going to be three chapters, one is Roxas' POV, the other, Namine's. Roxas's comes first, then Namine's, then Roxas'. This is Namine's POV.

How?

There was loud knocking outside her door, like there had been for the last three days. It wasn't constant, and whoever knocked usually left before long, but today, today the knocking had gone on for the last half an hour, and it was pouring outside. Dragging her feet out of bed, a slim blonde girl shuffled towards the door, ready to tell whoever it was to PISS OFF. She wasn't in the mood for anything, why couldn't they just leave her alone? Everyone else had abandoned her, so why the HELL were they still coming very day? Maybe they wanted to laugh at her some more. The thought riled her up. She wasn't exactly the gentlest person in the world, but she had never felt such hate for anyone before. She shuffled pass a mirror but didn't bother to fix her hair, and hide the trails the tears had left.

"What do you want?" She yelled as she yanked the door open, and there he stood. The reason for her anger, her heartache, her happiness and her grief. And for just one tiny second, one infinitely tiny fraction of a second, a thought formed in her head, one that betrayed her. What if he was here to apologize? And then, just as soon as the thought formed, the girl crushed it into oblivion. Apologize? He was probably laughing the hardest! He and that girlfriend of his probably laughed their asses off when I ran off. So who cares if he stand out there in the rain? You care, the same traitorous part of her mind said, the one that still clung to hope, to the remains of her shattered heart. No, no, I don't. And just to prove to herself that she didn't she made to slam the door in his face, but he suddenly thrust his arm through the door, just as it was about to close, and she could see him wince and grimace in pain. And her heart, her back-stabbing heart, bled some more, not for herself, but for him. Even after all he did to her; she still didn't want to see him hurt. She mentally laughed at her own stupidity as she opened the door again.

"Why are you here Roxas?" she asked, hoping that her voice sounded as strong and angry as she felt, but failing miserably, her voice cracking at least three times.

"I- Nami, I- the boy named Roxas began, his hair standing straight up even though it was soaked, the water running down his face, one arm holding the door, the other cradling a guitar. His guitar. The one he had played for her so many times before. She could feel the tears gushing up again, and she knew the only way she would be able to keep up the act was to say something, anything, now.

"Don't call me that! You have no right to call me that!"

"O-ok. Um, Namine, I, well I'm here to make things right," Roxas mumbled, eyes downcast.

You were talking to her
But messing with me
It's finally clear
You're blurring the lines
Are you disturbed?
Oh, now you care
Why do you race through my red lights?

"So now you suddenly care? What happened to 'Guys, chill out. I don't like her. It's just a bet'?"

"No, Nami, I was j-

"I told you not to call me that!"

"But Nami, I- what we had was real- I loved you- love you- I don't under-

Can't understand
I'll slow it down for you

"How do you do it Roxas? How do you live with yourself? How can you be such a jerk? How can you be such a – and here Namine paused while trying to look for the words to describe her feelings – asshole? And now here you are begging for forgiveness? Did your girlfriend dump you or something? Because you must be pretty desparate if you came crawling back to 'that loser wannabe artist'. Or maybe you think I haven't had enough and want to go through the whole thing again? Maybe you just want another laugh?"

Tell me how can you sleep?
How can you breathe?
Baby tell me how
How you love me now
Tell me how can you sleep?
How can you breathe?
I hate when you say
How you love me now

"NO! Nami, I didn't mean those things! I mean, sure, it started as a bet, but I-

"Shut up Roxas! I don't want to hear your lame excuses! Don't tell me you love me when you had such a laugh with your girlfriend!"

Save
Save it for her
I'm not gonna hear
Your reasons and "please-just-take-me-backs"
We never were right
Don't waste your breath
You crashed and you're on your own tonight

"But Nam-

"Still don't get it? How about I make it simple for you?"

Can't understand
I'll slow it down for you

Tell me how can you sleep?
How can you breathe?
Baby tell me how
How you love me now
Tell me how can you sleep?
How can you breathe?
I hate when you say
How you love me now

"No, Nami, I –

"Piss off Roxs. I don't want to see you ever again. If you ever felt anything for me, just leave," Namine spoke with the last of her crumbling resolve, and shut the door. If she went on any longer, if she stared at his hurt puppy dog ocean blue eyes, the guitar in his hand, or his dripping spikes for even one second longer, she might fall in love with him all over again.

Lights out
I found out
My falling star
Goodbye
The sun rises here
There's no more you and I

That's right. He had betrayed her. Lied about the entire relationship. Nothing was real. But what if it was? No. Nothing was. It was all fake. Fake. He never did, and doesn't feel anything for you. You know this. So why does it hurt so much? Because like the fool she'd been, she'd fallen in love with him. At first, she was just flattered that he paid her any attention and seemed – ah, see, seemed – to actually want to get to know her. Yeah, but it was all pretend. And now we're over. There's no more Roxas and me, there's just me, and then there's that heartbreaker and all around jerk. How could he have done that to her?

Tell me how can you sleep?
How can you breathe?
Baby tell me how
How you love me now
Tell me how can you sleep?
How can you breathe?
I hate when you say
How you love me now
How you love me now
How you love me now

And as the seconds ticked past, Namine collapsed against the door and slowly slid down to the ground, too spent emotionally and physically to bother to move, or wipe away her tears. Why? How did he still do this to her? Even after all he did, how did he still make her heart flutter or ache for him? Why, how could she still be in love with such a heartless jerk?

And as if on queue, music floated through the door accompanied by a voice so familiar she could have picked it out of all the chaos and noise that was the city at any moment. The voice was broken, but tried to be strong, cracking and choking every now and then, stumbling over the words and pausing so very often. But it never once lost its clarity.

Yes, yes, I know. Wait a second, why's Namine's POV so much longer than Roxas'? Well, even I don't know, so deal with it. All jokes aside, good end or bad end? Please tell me in a review. But don't make that the only reason to review.