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A/N. I was really disappointed with my other Namine/Roxas story When You Walked Away because I thought it was rather cliche and boring. Not to mention that it didn't have a lot of reviews. T.T;;

Anyways, I started this one, using the same concept (the whole "promise" thing) but the setting and plot will be more different. I dedicate this story to my friends, haruka-chan87 and Emily. I hope this will make you happy, guys! (: Oh, yeah, and please review! x)


"I hear you're moving. Where are you going?" the girl asked sadly.

"I'm going to Twilight Town," the boy answered, looking away. "It takes like eight hours to get there."

"That far...?" Tears started to fill the girl's aquamarine eyes and she sniffled, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater.

He blinked, shocked at the sight of her tears. "H-hey, wait!" he cried out awkwardly. "I'm sorry...I don't want to leave, either...! Don't cry!"

"N-no, it's okay...it's not your fault. I'm just sad that...I'm going to lose my only and best friend."

"Don't say that! I can't be your only friend! Anyway, you're not going to lose me! Even though I'll be miles and miles away, I'll still be with you! And I won't lose you, either, because you'll still be with me!"

The girl smiled through her tears and wiped her tear-strained cheeks.

"Yes...you're right."

And saying so, she threw her arms around him in a tight hug.

"Wh-wha?" Flustered, the boy stared down at the top of the girl's head, blushing furiously.

"I just want to tell you," the girl whispered softly, her face buried into his shoulder, "that you're the best friend I ever had...and I'm so happy I met you."

He could feel fresh tears sinking into the thin sleeve of his shirt. His eyes widened slightly in startlement.

"You make it sound like it's goodbye forever! Don't worry - I think we're going to come back in a couple of years! I'm only temporarily moving away. That's what Dad said, anyway...so I'll come back and we can be together again!"

She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked up at him hopefully. "How many years?" she asked softly.

"I dunno...maybe five?"

The way she was so quiet you would have thought that he had just told her that he was the target of a famous assassin. It wasn't exactly an exaggeration, either.

"So I'll see you in five years or so, right?" the boy said, beaming at her cheerfully.

At last she smiled, a twinkle in her deep blue eyes.


She let go of him to reach into the pocket of her sweater and pull out a star-shaped keychain. The star's borders were a pretty, light lavender color, and the rest of the star was as white as snow. Two dots resembling eyes and a curved line representing a smile lay in the center of the star, beaming at him happily.

"Here. I want you to have this."

"What is it?"

"It's my lucky charm. Remember when we went to that little shop near school last month? That was before I knew you were going...but anyway, I thought it was so cute and I bought it. But last week, I found out that you were going...so I decided to give this to you. This way, you'll have something to remember me by."

"Neat!" the boy exclaimed happily, eagerly accepting the gift and putting it in his pocket. "Oh, I have something for you, too!" he said, pulling out a beautiful seashell. Streaks of white and brown scattered all over it, and there was a large, deep gap on the back of the shell. The girl sucked in her breath in awe.

"It's so pretty...! I couldn't possibly take it!"

"It's a one of a kind. It belonged to my great great great...uh...really great grandmother, and it was passed down to my mom. But...since she's gone, I think it's okay to give it to you."

"Th-thank you..." With shaking hands the girl accepted the shell, carrying it as if it were made of glass.

"If you put it next to your ear, you can hear the ocean waves! It's really awesome."

The girl tried it out for herself, and her eyes widened.

"Wow! I can hear the waves! It sounds so pretty!"

"Yeah, I know."

"Thank you. I'll treasure it forever!" the girl promised, smiling. "I'll be sure to think of you whenever I listen to this shell."

From nearby, the boy heard his father call, "Roxas! We have to leave now!"

"Okay, Dad!" he yelled back. He looked back at the girl, whose smile had turned into an even more sadder one, and smiled weakly. "So...I guess this is goodbye, then, right?"

She nodded, crestfallen. "Y-yeah..." she whispered sadly, hanging her head slightly and clutching her hands at her chest.

"One last hug?" he said awkwardly, not knowing what else to say to comfort her.


They hugged for a while before she pulled away first, smiling at him sorrowfully.

"Goodbye, Roxas. Don't forget me, okay?"

"Don't worry! I'd never forget you! The question is, are YOU going to forget me?" he joked.

"I'll remember you, I promise. If I start to forget you, I'll listen to this shell, and I'll remember you. Promise me you won't forget me, okay?"

"I promise! I'll look at this keychain and remember the nice, sweet girl who gave it to me!"

She laughed. He liked the way she laughed, a soft, twinkly sound like a bell.

"That's good. I...I couldn't bear the thought of you forgetting me."

"Roxas?!" his father called again.


Roxas turned his back on the girl reluctantly and walked straight to his dad and stepmother, who were waiting beside the car.

"Are you okay, honey?" his stepmother asked, laying her hand on his head.

Usually, he ducked away when she did this, but this time, he felt like he needed the comforting gesture.

"Yeah...I'll be fine."

The car started and Roxas rolled down the window to stick his head out and look back at the girl, who was smiling and waving at him, tears running down her face.

Hey...are you crying? Don't cry! I'll come back to you...I promise.



"What the..." came the grumble from the blonde boy as he picked up the cell phone from the table beside his bed and looked at the number displayed on the screen. He sighed heavily before holding the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" he yawned tiredly.

"Roxas! Where are you? You were supposed to meet me at the cafe downtown, remember? Did you oversleep?!"

He yawned again. "What time is it, Olette?" he asked lazily, rubbing his eyes.

"You were supposed to meet me, like..." There was a pause as she, no doubt, looked at her watch. "Half an hour ago!"


"Don't give me that oh, Roxas!" the girl sighed heavily. "Roxas, I'm your girlfriend, remember? You can't just do things like this to me! It's okay if you do this once in a while, but when you do it daily...!" Olette was obviously in a very bad mood. Usually, she was sweet and kind, but if she scolded like this, that meant she was really pissed.

"Sorry," he sighed unhappily, stretching his neck to remove the cramps from it, "it's just that I've been feeling really weird lately..."

Olette sighed again. "Okay, okay...it's okay," she sighed yet again. "I'm only letting you off the hook because you're my boyfriend. And sorry for yelling...it's just that it's really irritating when - "

"Yeah, yeah," Roxas mumbled. "I'll meet you there in five minutes, okay?"

"Okay. Just make sure you eat some breakfast first, we're only going to go to the cafe for coffee - "

"Yes, Mommy."

Roxas hung up and sighed, stretching his arms and groaning as he heard several cracks. He blinked, horrified as he realized what he had just done. He was never the type to be rude, but...

Roxas sighed and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. All the while, he was thinking about that dream he had.

It was five years ago...so why is it still haunting me?


"What will you have, Miss?"

"I'll just have coffee with dairy cream, please. Oh, and one of those lattes that just came out!"

"All right. What about you, sir?"



A sharp poke in his shoulder made him jump. "Roxie...he's talking to you!" she said, using the nickname that he hated very dearly. This nickname was only used when she was annoyed with him or wanted to tease him.

Roxas blinked several times, looking up at the waiter, who was staring back at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh, sorry...zoned out for a moment there. I'll just...uh...have what she's having."

"I'll be back in a jiffy," the waiter promised, leaving their table. Olette frowned and peered into Roxas' face, as if searching for something.

"What's up with you, Roxas? You seem down."

He sighed. "I've just been feeling weird lately," he admitted. "I keep having these weird dreams..."

"Aw, did poor Roxie have scary nightmares last night?" she teased, trying to get him to smile. Unfortunately, he just looked at her irritatedly.

"It's not a nightmare!" he said, more loudly than he meant to. Olette blinked, taken back by his sharp tone, before turning away. He shook his head and sighed. "Sorry, Olette...I don't know what's gotten into me. And sorry for being so rude before...I was a bit crabby because of that dream."

"It's okay." Olette smiled. "Listen, after this, we have to go to the hospital, okay?"

"Hospital? Why?" Roxas was alarmed.

"You don't know?" Olette asked confusedly.


"Hayner was in an accident just yesterday!"

"What?! He did?!?" Roxas was shocked. Hayner was a close friends of theirs, a blonde outgoing guy with blue eyes. "Is he okay?!"

"Yeah, I think so...well, I'm not sure. That's why I want to check on him. I'm so worried..."

Olette looked so distressed that Roxas sighed and patted her on the hand, which she had been keeping flat on the table.

"It'll be okay, Olette." I hope...


"U-um...I want to visit Sawatari Hayner...Can you tell me what room he's in?"

The nurse blinked and looked at both of them intently, first at Olette, then at Roxas, then back at Olette. The nurse's name tag read Yuna. She had short, brown hair and one eye was blue and the other was green. Even though her eyes made her look peculiar, Roxas thought she looked rather friendly.

"Are you both relatives of his?"

"No...we're friends of his."

"Do you have an appointment with him?"

"Yes. My name is Kamiya Olette. I called yesterday to - "

"Oh, yes, Miss Kamiya!" the nurse broke out into a smile as she looked down at her clipboard. "He's in Room 199."

Olette thanked the nurse gratefully before urging Roxas with a hurry-up look and dashing off to Room 199. Roxas was trying his best to keep up with Olette. Olette reached the room first and rushed in.

"Hayner!" he heard her call. Roxas hurried in to find Hayner lying on a bed, a white cast on his right leg.

"Hayner!" he gasped. "Are-are you -"

"Don't worry, dudes!" Hayner grinned weakly. "I'm fine - just a bit hungry, but yeah, I'm fine!"

Despite looking a bit skinner and paler, Hayner looked fine. Happiness surged through Roxas' chest as he smiled, relieved. Olette looked as if she were about to cry.

"Oh, Hayner...I was so worried!" she exclaimed, seemingly trying to resist the urge to hug her friend. "To think that you were all alone in here, or worse, dead...!"

"It's okay, Olette! I'm fine! I had a bit of company, too!" Hayner jerked his head towards the direction of the bed near him. Roxas finally noticed that there was a small girl in the bed, bending over a sketchbook. "She can't talk that much, but we played games like tick-tac-toe! She always won, though."

Roxas stared at the girl hard. Her blonde bangs covered her eyes as she leaned over her sketchbook, her pale hand moving gracefully as she drew silently in it. I feel like I know her from somewhere...Wait, what am I thinking? There's a lot of blonde girls around here...Must be my imagination...

"Her name's Naminé. Hey, Naminé! Say hi to my pals!"

Naminé finally looked up. Roxas suddenly felt a bit sick and queasy as he gazed at her face. She seemed so pale and tired, as if she were really ill.

"This is Olette," Hayner pointed to Olette, "and that's Roxas," he pointed to Roxas.

Naminé smiled weakly. "Hi..." she said softly. Even her voice was quiet and tired, Roxas thought.

Suddenly, her face twisted up, as if she were in great pain. She started to cough uncontrollably in her hands as the three friends watched in alarm and startlement.

"Wh-whoa! Are you okay?!" Roxas rushed over to the girl.

"N-no...s-stay away..." she choked.

"Wha - " Roxas was shocked.

She whirled her head at him and gave him a look so dark and cold that it made shivers run down his spine.

"Stay away!" It seemed as if she were trying hard to yell at him forcefully enough to make him go away but softly enough as to not pain herself any further.

Roxas backed away very quickly, gulping.

"H-Hayner...we'll see you later, okay? C'mon, Olette - " Roxas ushered the startled Olette outside. He walked quickly down the hallway, his heart sinking. What had been that look in her eyes? No, it wasn't anger - it was something much more than that. Sadness? Perhaps...but why had she told him to stay away? All he wanted was to help her. He couldn't help feeling very offended and angry.

"R-Roxas! W-wait - you're going too fast!" Olette panted.

"Oh, sorry." Roxas didn't slow down much, though.

"What's wrong with you?" Olette demanded angrily. "I mean, I know what she said to you was really mean and rude, but - "

"I'm not mad, Olette!" he snapped. Olette looked shocked at first by his tone, then angry as well.

"See? You say you're not mad, but look - you're snapping at me right now! Roxas, there's no reason to be mad, okay?! You know I hate to see you upset...!"

Roxas stopped and glanced at Olette, whose eyes were slightly watering. His anger swirled away as he looked into that crestfallen face, feeling a bit guilty for making his girlfriend so concerned about him.


"Roxas, I love you, all right??" Olette cried out, clearly frustrated. "When I see you angry or sad and I can't do anything about it, I feel so helpless...!" Olette's shaky voice trailed off.

Roxas' eyes softened as he gazed at his crying girlfriend. He put his arms around her and pulled her to his chest, hugging her tightly.

"Olette...I'm sorry."

"Roxas..." Olette lay her head on his shoulder. "I...I love you...very, very much...s-so...if just remember that I'll be there if you need me, okay?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Olette. I...I care about you, too, so you can expect me to do the same."

"I know."

Roxas heard giggles and whispers from nearby, and he flushed when he realized that a few nurses were staring at them and cooing behind their hands. He quickly let go of Olette and grinned awkwardly at her.

"Uh, Olette, let's go for some ice cream. My treat, okay?"

"Sea salt ice cream?" Olette smiled, wiping her eyes.

He smiled, too. "What else?"


"Mmmmm!" Olette sighed happily, licking the popsicle eagerly. "This stuff is so good...! I don't think I'll ever get tired of it!"


"Hey, look over there!" Olette pointed to a store that seemed to be selling interesting-looking merchandise. "That looks like a cute shop! Let's go in, Roxas!"

"Uh, okay..."

They quickly finished their ice cream, tossed the sticks away, and went in the shop. Olette gasped in delight as she gazed around excitedly.

"Wow...! This place is so cute! Don't you think so, Roxas?!"

"Yeah. Neat," he responded, looking around and surveying the section that was filled with keychains. His eyes fell upon a familiar star-shaped object -

"Here. I want you to have this."

"What is it?"

"It's my lucky charm. It'll bring you good luck. This way, you'll have something to remember me by."

" -xas?"

Roxas blinked several times, startled by the sight of a hand waving itself frantically in front of his face.


Roxas glanced at Olette, puzzled.


"You kinda zoned out for a minute there..." Olette said, her tone clearly stating that she was both concerned and irritated about his behavior.

"Oh, I did...? Oh, yeah - right..."

Olette followed his gaze to the keychain. She raised an eyebrow, as if surprised that Roxas had been interested in such a thing.

"Do you want that?" she asked him curiously.

"N-no...I have one at home already...except I kinda stuffed it away somewhere..."

Olette gave him a suspicious look before she turned away and studied a teddy bear that was fifty percent off its usual price. Roxas looked back at the star-shaped keychain. Why...why can't I remember her? he thought, frustrated. She gave the keychain to me for that very reason - for me to remember her...but I forgot all about her. Some friend I am, he thought miserably.

"Okay, Roxas - let's go!"

"Huh?" Roxas looked at Olette, who was dangling two bags from her right wrist. She placed her other hand on her hip, pursing her lips.

"Roxas, what is up with you?" Olette said irritatedly. "I think those nightmares are making you restless. You should go home and take a nap."

He yawned instinctively, and she smiled, as if that had just proved her point.

"I'll take a cab home." Olette quickly kissed him on the cheek. "Get some sleep, okay, Roxie-kun?"

He blushed a bit at the sudden sign of affection from his girlfriend and mumbled a "bye" as he watched Olette leave the shop gracefully, her skirt billowing behind her. A sudden giggle brought him out of his trance, and he glanced over at the counter, where a young woman stood, smiling at him, her emerald green eyes sparkling. Her name tag read Aerith.

"You sure have a cute girlfriend!" she commented.

"Uh...th-thanks..." Roxas blushed even more.

"Is she your first love?" she asked curiously.

Roxas smiled distantly. "My first love...?" he repeated softly, more to himself than Aerith.

"Roxas, I love you."

"Whaa?!" He was taken back by the blunt way she said it. "Y-you...you mean like a brother, right?"

"Hmm...Mommy says I'm too young for love, but I love you, anyway. Do you love me?"

"I-I - " he stammered, feeling his face heat up.

"Do you love me, Roxas?" she repeated, looking at him hopefully, her eyes full of love.

"...Yeah. Of course I do."


"No..." Instantly, Roxas felt like he had just betrayed Olette. But he was just telling the truth. Whether or not he had been too young for love, or his love had been merely a crush or "little sister" or "friend" love, he knew very well that he had loved that girl.

"Oh? Who was your first love, then?"

Roxas swallowed. He couldn't very well say "I don't remember." She'd certainly think badly of him. And who wouldn't? A person who claimed he loved someone and forgot all about her would surely be a fool in everyone's eyes.

"Let's just say...she and I were seperated."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." Aerith gave him a look full of sympathy.

"Don't worry. I'm okay now...happy with my girlfriend. I think she's happy now, too, with her own boyfriend."

Aerith gazed at him with a strange look on her face.

"Yes. Perhaps...perhaps you are right," she smiled finally. "We are alike, you know. We both lost our first love, but we have moved on with a new one. My...my first love died a long time ago in a car accident."

"...I'm sorry." Roxas felt awkward.

"It's all right. Anyway, I met my second love shortly after. He was my first love's best friend. He was rather distant and cold, and he had trouble with his emotions. But...I couldn't help falling for him. He finally opened up to me after several months. I was so happy when he proposed to me just after we graduated from college. But...he suddenly left ."

"What?? Why?"

Aerith smiled sadly. "I don't know...He just left unexpectly. I think perhaps he was unhappy with me."

The sadness in Aerith's eyes made Roxas' heart ache. For some reason, he could feel no anger towards the man who made this girl heartbroken. In fact, he somewhat understood. The man had trouble with his emotions...What if it had been hard for him to leave her, much less say goodbye? Roxas couldn't relate to him because he didn't keep his emotions locked up, but he could understand that even though the man didn't speak about leaving to her, he was reluctant to leave.

"No...I don't think so," he found himself saying. Aerith looked at him, surprised. "I think maybe it was something important he had to do...and he didn't want to say goodbye...because he knew that it'd hurt you."

Aerith's eyes widened at his words, but then she smiled.

"Thank you."

Roxas smiled.

But...even though goodbye is hard to say...I believe you should still say it. That goodbye will surely secure your chain of memories with the one you love.


"Aha! I found it!" Roxas said to himself, smiling triumphantly. For the past fifteen minutes, he had been searching for the star-shaped keychain that his childhood friend had given him. He finally found it, under a stash of papers that he kept in a drawer beside his bed. The smiley face on the star grinned at him happily.

He yawned. Searching for the keychain had been hard work. It was tiring running around his room and getting down on his knees and getting back up and...yeah, you got the point.

He flopped onto his bed and shut his eyes, eventually drifitng off to sleep, with the keychain still in his hand...

"Goodbye, Roxas. Don't forget me, okay?"

"Don't worry! I'd never forget you! The question is, are YOU going to forget me?"

"I'll remember you, I promise. If I start to forget you, I'll listen to this shell, and I'll remember you. Promise me you won't forget me, okay?"

"I promise! I'll look at this keychain and remember the nice, sweet girl who gave it to me!"

"That's good. I...I couldn't bear the thought of you forgetting me."

"No...I'd never forget you..." he unconsciously spoke, tightening his hold on the keychain. "I'll...always remember you...always..."


"How are you doing?"

"I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, Yuna."

The nurse looked at the blonde girl with a hint of admiration. "It must be tough for you," she commented. "I don't know how you're able to keep such an upbeat attitude even with this illness of yours."

"I...I just got used to it, that's all," the girl said modestly. "Anyway...I guess I'm able to keep such an upbeat attitude because...of someone."

"Your special someone?" Yuna smiled.


"That's so sweet." Yuna glanced at the clipboard in her hand. "I wish I could stay and chat more with you," she said regretfully, "but I have to see to another patient. I'm sorry."

"It's all right. It wouldn't be fair to keep you all to myself, would it?" the girl smiled.

"I wouldn't mind, though! You're such an interesting person to talk to!" Yuna laughed. "Anyway, I have to go now. If you need me, call me. Bye, Naminé."

"Bye, Yuna."

Naminé watched as Yuna left the room. She then sighed softly and turned to the window, her hands cupped around a small object. After staring out the window for a few seconds, she held up the object - a shell - to her ear and listened to the ocean waves whispering from within.


A/N. Yeah...I know the first chapter is a bit confusing, but it will make more sense later on. And there's a reason why Namie-chan was being so...ah, rude to Roxas. o-o You shall find out later on, ne? (:

I can't stress this enough - please review! T.T I know that people don't like it when authors ask for reviews, but really...wouldn't you feel discouraged if your story didn't get the number of reviews you wanted? x.x;; Anyway, please enjoy the story and review. :)