The five-year-old blond stared at her brunette mother. She soon began to shed tears. Her mother wrapped her arms about her and Namine cried into her arms. It was then her father walked into the kitchen and saw this cry-fest. He sighed, obviously disgruntled. Namine and her mother broke the hug and looked over to Namine's father. Namine wiped her tears with her sleeve, trying not to look weak in front of him. The blond man kissed his wife on the forehead and sat down by the table. Namine immediately went over to her father.

"Hi, daddy. Mommy told me she's dying..." she said quietly, "And that I'm going to die too from the same thing."

Her father blinked twice and looked toward his wife. She nodded. He shook his head.

"Why'd you tell her? She's far too young. You could have told her when it gets closer to the time they told you," he scolded.

"Oh sweetie, it's better she learns of this as soon as possible. Plus, seventeen years isn't that far off," the brunette woman protested.

"Are you even listening to yourself?!"

Namine kept quiet as her parents argued over this. The tiny blond quietly left the kitchen and went to her room, locking the door. It was what she learned to do over the years.

A seven-year-old Namine sat on the bench in the front of the school. She was waiting. Her teacher came to her. She was surprised to see Namine still there. School had been out for two hours. It was getting a bit chilly as well. Namine sat perfectly still as the wind blew past her. Her teacher came closer to her with a confused expression.

"Namine, where are your parents?" she asked.

"My mom is at the doctor's today. She's sick."

"What about your dad?"

"My dad is at work."

Her teacher sat next to her, "Well, let's go to the office and call him. It allowed to have students here this long after school hours are over. Let's go call him."

Namine shook her head, "He told me I'm a bother. If I interrupt him while he's working, he'll get even more upset with me. My mom told me she'll come as soon as her checkup is over."

"How long is the checkup?"

"I don't know."

"You really should call your father. It's a parent's responsibility to make sure their child is picked up from school," her teacher stated.

"NO!" Namine shouted, "I want him to love me! If I keep bothering him, he'll never love me! He's going through a tough time since my mom is dying and is constantly going to the doctor now. If I give him more stress, he'll leave us for sure! I need to be a good girl so he'll love me!"

Her teacher stared at the seven-year-old. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She sighed, putting her hand on Namine's shoulder.

"I'll wait with you so nothing will happen to you," she said softly.

Namine smiled warmly, "Thank you."

"So you're telling me you can't taste anything anymore?" Namine's father repeated.

"Yes," said his wife.

"This is a sign that the disease is making progress...isn't it?"

"Yes."

Namine was silent as her parents discussed the current status of her mother's health. Namine was eight now and watching this conversation from the hall. Her father began to yell and cry. Namine felt so pained to watch this. She wanted to do something.

The door suddenly opened. Her father looked down at her. Their eyes met. He looked at her, as if he was trying to figure out what to do. She knew he didn't care for her. He just stayed because he loved his wife. Namine slowly looked away, hanging her head down. He came down unsteadily and kissed her softly on her forehead. She closed her eyes as his lips crashed against her forehead. There was no emotion behind it. Her father stood up and walked past his daughter. She did not turn around to watch him go. She secretly wished he was just leaving for a short while and was going to come back soon.

He never came back.

He never called.

He never contacted them.

"Ah! It's good to see you again. We haven't spoken since college! Do you happen to have any beer?" the tall blond woman named Fuka asked.

Namine's mother greeted her warmly. She shook her head and offered some vodka instead. Fuka accepted it. A thirteen-year-old Namine walked into the living room and saw the blond woman, wondering who she was. Fuka and Namine's eyes met. A grin appeared on her face.

"Aw! You have THE cutest daughter ever! Ooh! She looks just like you except for the hair color," Fuka commented, "What's your name, sweetie?"

"N-namine," she said shyly.

Fuka squealed and ran up to Namine, hugging her, "So cute! I want to take her home. Can I try to pair her up with my son, Roxas? They'd look so cute together! They are the same age as well!"

Namine's mother came back into the room with two glasses of vodka. She could her Fuka's fangirlish squealing from the other room. She placed the vodka on the table. She then walked over to Fuka and Namine. Fuka looked over to her pleadingly. Namine's mother chuckled.

"Sorry, I don't think I'll hand her over to you that easily. And you should know that Namine is...well, let's just say she's more like me than you'd think," she stated.

"You don't mean she has...?"

Namine's mother nodded. Fuak frowned.

"Eh? But she's too cute to die," Fuka pouted, "I probably shouldn't get them together then. If Roxas actually fell in love with her, he'd get so hurt when she died. I never want my son to get hurt like that."

Namine was interested in the conversation. She could only imagine what this Roxas person looked like.

"Um, is falling in love nice?" Namine asked quietly.

The two women looked at the girl, trying to find the right words. Fuka found her answer.

"Only if you find the right person. Or think he's the right guy. Believe I've fallen in love so many times. The one I actually married to was the worst of all them. Got divorced to him a while ago," Fuka said.

"I think what Fuka is trying to say is that the person you fall in love with determines how nice it is. If you find your true love, you'll know. You'll always feel safe and happy with them. You will look past their flaws as they will look past yours. You two are willing to be together for the rest of your lives. That's when you two get married," Namine's mother said warmly.

"I want to get married. I want to fall in love," Namine mumbled.

Fuka said another "aw" and hugged Namine tighter. Namine began thinking about what it would be like to fall in love.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to college? You're grades are fantastic!" the scout asked her.

The eighteen-year-old Namine nodded, "I have told you about my condition. I also need to take care of my mom. She's really sick and needs me. I'll just head into life early and start working."

Namine was at the school office, speaking to a scout who would like to enroll her into a big college on scholarship. Namine was forced to refuse.

"But Namine! Think of all the possibilities of college!"

"I have told you my answer."

"Fine," the scout sighed, "But if you didn't have this condition, and were able to go to college, what would you aim to be?"

"An artist," Namine said with a warm smile, "I really love art."

The twenty-one year old Namine stared at her mother. There they were in the hospital. Namine was visiting her. Her mother could no longer speak. Namine and her mother had taken up some sign language classes so they could communicate. Her mother has been taking medication to keep her calm.

'Hi, mom,' Namine had signed with her hands.

'Hello, Namine,' Namine's mother signed back, 'The doctor says I'm going to die tomorrow.'

'I know. I heard him...' Namine signed, a bit slowly. Her shoulders fell. A sad expression came upon her face.

'Namine, are you scared?' her mother asked.

Namine nodded, 'You will be gone. Then I will be gone...I'm very scared.'

Namine's mother bit her lip and pointed to Namine's necklace. Namine had worn that necklace her entire life. She touched it softly, reflecting on all the memories it carried.

'Your father gave me that when I first met him. He told me it can miracles happen. Many miracles happened after that. I got into college. I got married to him. I had you. Then after you were born, I was so afraid that you would get ill. So I gave you this necklace. I even had it engraved it. Remember when you were two and I put it around your neck? I'm guessing you don't. It was right after I gave it to you and was diagnosed with this curse...' Namine's mother hands paused for a second and she continued, 'Anyway, I just wanted to tell you the story behind it before it's too late.'

Namine bit her lip and held onto her mother's hands. Tears fell from both of their faces. Namine gripped onto her hand tighter with each tear.

"How can this necklace grant miracles?! You're dying! Dad's not here. I'll be all alone. I'm dying too. What kind of miracle is this? I wanted to go to college too. I wanted to marry a boy who loves me. I wanted to have a kid. It's not fair that I have to die next year. It's not fair you have to die right now. Nothing in this life is fair!" Namine sobbed.

Namine's mother pulled her hand away from her daughter's and began wiping Namine's tears. She embraced Namine and they held onto each other for as long as they could. They cried till all their tears were used up.

After her mother finally passed, Namine took off the necklace to look at it. It filled her with too many sad feelings. She put it in her bag, knowing she could never really get rid of it but wishing to not wear the painful memory of her mother's death around her neck. A few days after the funeral of her mother, Namine began feeling ill. Maybe she would go on a trip to the store to get some Advil. It surprised her who she met there.

Roxas stared at the girl. He shook her head vigorously. He refused to believe what he had just heard.

"You're drunk. You don't mean what you're saying!" Roxas yelled.

Namne shook her head, "Roxas, you know when I'm lying. You know that I'm telling the truth!"

"Maybe it's different when you're drunk!" Roxas said, trying to deny the truth, "People lie all the time when their drunk!"

"And sometimes they can be most truthful."

He could tell by her voice, her facial expression, and her words that she was telling the truth. He didn't want to believe it. This had to be fake. But it seemed so real.

"Roxas, I finally said it. We're filming the final scene soon. After we're done, I'm going to the hospital."

"How long have you known about this, Namine?"

"My whole life."

"Then why didn't you tell me?!"

"I was scared," she replied.

Roxas couldn't stay still. His body kept shaking. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. He kept shaking his head.

"Wasn't this supposed to be a fairytale? Boy meets girl. Storybook ending. Where's the happily ever after?" Roxas asked.

"There's nothing we can do."

"I'm rich, Namine! I'll get the best doctors out there to look at you!" Roxas shouted.

"There is nothing anyone can do, Roxas! There is no cure for this! I would know. My mom died from this and so will I. I had to watch my mom die in front of my my entire life. You're lucky you only knew me for about a year. So stop pretending this isn't real and listen! I told you because you have a right to know. You're my friend, Roxas. Please, understand me."

"It's not fair! Why do you of all people have to die?!"

Roxas grabbed his head and scratched it angrily. Namine closed her eyes and came closer to Roxas, slowly wrapping her arms around him. He soon began to calm down. He kept taking deep breath. Namine buried her face into his chest. His hands landed on her shoulders, gripping them.

"So you were serious when you said you couldn't taste that drink...?" Roxas asked, quietly.

Namined nodded, still with her face buried into his chest.

"And that time with the frozen yogurt, you were upset because you lost your sense of taste then, right?"

Namine nodded once more.

"And the fact you can't sleep is because of this disease you're dying from?"

Another nod.

"And the reason you couldn't donate your kidney to your dad was because of this right?"

A nod once more.

"What's this disease called?"

"I have trouble saying it. It has a long name and hard to pronounce," she mumbled.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked.

"Just promise to stay with me. That's what friends do, right?"

Roxas, listening to what Namine had said, felt a bit sad. He was holding a dying girl in his arms who he had only known for less than a year. She was leaving him. Roxas had went through many breakups and separations before, but this was entirely different.

A/N: Mojo is somewhat back. You decide. Yay~ Break is here. Hope you liked this chapter. Next chapter they'll finish filming the movie and Namine will be sent to the hospital. The disease she has is entirely fictional and will never be named, so let your imagination wander. I'm still trying to decide if I want to end this story at 15 chapters or 16.

I'm very excited that Scrubs Season 9 is going to start December 1st. I'm a big Scrubs fan if you didn't know. I don't really mind the new med students. Plus, I already paired them up. Cole x Lucy. Drew x Denise :]

Time to reply~

Raye of the Sunshine: xDD Wonderful names.
DemyxPlaysMySitar: Well, Christmas is coming up :D We already set up the tree. Hopefully you got your mojo back D:
Fanfiction Fanatiction: Would you consider what I took a long break? :P
kawaiigurl93: Not many did :P
Rosorace Ecclesia: *updates* She had to tell him eventually. She had decided to tell him then. i mean once she realized she loved him, she knew she would have to tell him she was dying.
IgnorancesTwin: Thank you :D
Sato Tadashi: Yup. That was exactly it. They told her her disease had already infected her kidney.
poohbearlover95: A lot of people were expecting her to tell him she loved him.
xxlottexx: Glad you like this story :D
xLycheeRAiN: xD I don't like sigfigs very much. I end up counting wrong a lot of times.

Stay tuned folks~