#whoopsroxas

  She’s forgetting someone. She can feel it in her heart, in her soul   --- in every nerve   that   writhes   with   anguish   from   her   growing   realization   that  she  forgot   him.

                    (   Are you sure? Are you positive? You probably just made him up.    )

  She can’t remember his face, his voice, his laugh ;     even his name eludes her. Her   chest constricts ---    tighter and tighter until she finds it  difficult  to  breathe  and   she   wonders if her body’s turning to dust to join her lost memories.

                    (   Would that be so bad?   )

  She takes a breath. Her lungs fill with the balmy sea breeze. The soggy planks creak   plaintively beneath her. White foam washes ashore rhythmically. Leaves rustle in  the   thick, ancient branches of the trees. Insects buzz, birds  chirp ;    the  island’s song  is   a soothing one. She becomes aware of another’s presence and  her  body sways as   she turns to greet Selphie ---