A Hundred of Her Memories

by Timber Wolf of Purity

Xion - A Replica. A puppet. But who says she can't make memories of her own? With a heartless assassin and a nobody with a heart for friends, anything is possible. Why not falling in love? "I couldn't have done it without my trusty side-kick." "Side-kick? I prefer partner-in-crime at worst, and your-illustrious-highness at best." In the end, true love will conquer over evil.

59. Door

A Hundred of Her Memories

59 – Door

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Xion wished she could see through her door, see who or what was lurking outside of it.

They'd knocked twice, but she didn't answer. She'd woken up from a horrifying nightmare, so scarring images were fresh on her mind.

A sudden whooshing sound appeared behind her and a hand covered her eyes. She screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Guess who?" Axel smirked.

"Axel!" She reprimanded.

"That's my name! Got it memorized?"

"Would it kill you to use the door?"

Axel scratched his head. "Hey, I knocked! You didn't answer."

Xion narrowed her eyes. "You?"

Axel quirked his eyebrows.

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Boy, is she mad! ;)