A/N: A few words over, sorry to say, but I cut it down as best as I could. I still think it turned out okay.
"I'm through accepting limits... 'cause someone says they're so... some things I cannot change... but 'til I try, I'll never know." ~ Broadway
A soft breeze blew against Naminé's face, ruffling her hair. She inhaled, revelling in the scent of fresh air. Amber light illuminated her doll-like face like a beacon.
"I thought I'd find you here." Naminé turned, taking in the newcomer's familiar silver hair, golden eyes and tanned skin. Riku. He moved over and slumped beside her. To Naminé's surprise and mild irritation, he held out a sea-salt ice cream, another clutched in his other hand. She shook her head.
"Axel takes me up here sometimes, when I'm sad," she whispered. "This was his and Roxas' favorite spot." She sighed. "Riku... I think we've made a mistake."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
She paused momentarily. "I'm tired of letting other people control me. First Marluxia, now DiZ..." She shook her head. "What we did to Roxas was wrong. I'm not doing that anymore. From now on, I choose my own path."
Riku snorted. "Axel's been rubbing off on you, hasn't he?"
She frowned. "He's not as bad as you think. He's just... complicated." Riku scowled. She sighed. "Riku...he's just trying to get his friend back."
"By hurting mine," he spat back.
"Is that really any different than what you did?" He didn't reply.