Twisted + Burned

Chapter 4

Don't forget to read Recover + Progress for the lovers point of view.  

Give yourself a chance. Look toward your future, attempt to be happy. No more sadness or heartbreak. If your friends taught you anything it's to come out of the darkness and into the light.

Naminè proceeded to get out of her car, and at about that time Roxas and Xion seemed like they were there the exact same moment.

"Hey Nami!" Roxas waved from across the parking lot to her. "I thought I saw your car!" His voice echoed due to distance.

Xion didn't seem to notice her presence at all so she ignored the older blonde, instead.

"Hmm?" She watched the young girl grab Roxas and drag him along. "What's her problem?" Naminè shrugged while speaking to herself, and proceeded follow far behind the both of them.

As Naminè neared the group, she noticed that she was among the last to arrive, which made sense considering she was driving quite slow.

She went to speak, saw something that held her back. It was Vanitas, her long-loved, there before her.

Her heart started pounding so loudly it was as if the entire world could hear, and her ears started to ring while her vision began to get blurry.

Vanitas. Why of all places must he be here and now? The day I attempt to move on he appears right in front of my vision. I'm not going crazy, right? He's not a figment of my imagination? He's really here. I think I might just faint.

Her mind began to fly into a tizzy. A few of them attempted to get her attention, but she'd already built a wall around herself and didn't respond, and so they paid her no mind. Most of the people there had come to an agreement with Vanitas, upon being there, except for Roxas, of course, whose mind seemed to be running in circle like Naminè.

It seemed like her world was coming to an end, but through her blurry vision she noticed that the group was already walking away. Shaking her blonde locks out of her face to see it was true, her mind played a different story; as if to scream 'Guys!' But the words were never formed on her lips. How could they be so cruel to leave her with the man she hated but loved at the same time?

It took one word. Only one word to break the invisible wall that she had only just built to distance herself from him. Her mind still couldn't form words, and her lips separated as if she was going to speak, but instead her eyes just stared at this familiar being in front of her. Her eyes trailed his lips as they formed words her ears couldn't hear.

Not being able to take any more, she turned her head and took a few steps away from the traitor. It wasn't until she felt the presence of his hand grip her wrist twisting her body around to look at his beautiful face once again. "What will it take for you to forgive me?" She didn't want to look into his golden hues so instead her gaze stared at his hand wrapped around her delicate wrist.

Naminè didn't want to hear any of it. He didn't deserve any of her forgiveness. What was done is done. She was moving on and he should do the same, but of course the tiny little flame in her heart wanted to spark back to life when he grabbed her wrist. "Why should I forgive you?" Her voice came out cracking and like a whisper. Just standing so close to him made her heart burn and then his other hand was placed on her cheek. Soon enough she was staring right into his golden eyes.

She stared at him, confused. Upon his face was no normal look she had ever seen across it. It was caring and soft; like a little puppy only a few weeks old, it almost made her want to pull him into a tight hug and never letting go but the words he spoke made her lose the interest. ""I..er... You mean a lot to me. More than anyone else."