From here on out, it'll start to get a bit angsty. But don't worry, there'll still be lighthearted moments. :D And thank you, everyone who reviewed! Oh, and all of my readers, too. ^^
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Excuse
"Hey, Naminé, what was your old world like? Do you remember?" Riku asked, as the trio sat on the paopu tree.
Vague, blurry memories rose to her mind: darkness, swarming over beautiful gardens. Screams, loud and piercing. Maniacal laughter, and a gentle, smiling face...
Her heart wrenched up inside of her chest, and she fought away the familiar pinprick of tears welling up in her eyes. Just as quickly as the memories surfaced up, they were buried and blurred away.
After a long silence, Naminé shook her head. "No. Sorry."
Sora picked up on her emotions. "Don't be sorry! It's alright!" Riku nodded in agreement.
She knew that she could remember if she tried, and while guilt ate away at her conscience for lying, she would rather deal with the guilt than the pain.
It was an excuse so she wouldn't get hurt, and she knew it.