So this is it! I really want to thank everyone who has read and reviewed this. I can't believe it's been about 4 years since I first started writing this. When I first started I didn't really have more than 2 chapters planned out and now I am finishing it with 30! I hope you like it!

There's always that split second right before you don't do something that is drastic and life changing. That second when you think 'well what if I did this?' only to have the rational part of your brain catch up and stop yourself. You knew you would never do something so crazy, so remarkably stupid, but for that one moment you want to just so you could see what would happen. You want to step over that line that separates possibility from reality. But you know you can't. Once you do there is no going back. So you stop. You listen to that voice telling you to stop and you decide you don't want to be reckless after all. You want the option of turning back.

Only, what do you do when that voice is absent? When you know you have no choice other to do something dangerous and stupid. There is something more nerve-wracking than the small second when you think 'what if'.

That horrible, heart wrenching second once you've realized everything is changed forever.

And it's your own damn fault.


Olette watched as Roxas' black eyes widened in shock.

"I'm so sorry," she whimpered as tears started to roll down her cheeks.

"Olette?" The black was slowly waning as his eyes began to turn back to their normal blue.

She was sobbing now, unable to control it. Oathkeeper began to dissolve in her hands, causing her to jump back in shock.

Roxas made an agonizing sound and placed his hand where he had been pieced.

There was no blood, but instead dark smoke drained from the wound.

Olette made to move towards him, but someone grabbed her from behind.

"No!" shouted Axel, pulling her away.

She struggled against his hold as Roxas began coughing something dark resembling blood.

"No! What's happening? We have to help him!" She didn't care that she was hysterical. Didn't care that Axel was refusing to let go of her.

Roxas was in pain. Roxas was dying. Wasn't she supposed to save him?

This wasn't what she thought was going to happen. She was supposed to save him!

"He told me- he told me!" Her sobbing prevented her from doing more than sputtering out words as if they were poison. "He can't be dead."

"Olette, stop!" demanded Axel, but she barely heard him. "A little help?" He was shouting in exasperation at someone Olette couldn't see, but she didn't care.

Roxas' eyes locked onto Olette's for a one second, before rolling back in his head. He collapsed onto the ground, where he lay twitching violently.

Olette felt suddenly as if the world had gone silent. She could no longer hear her own sobs or Axel's yells.

Color seeped from the world. Everything started turning white.

Almost like her dream. He had been there. Had told her she was the only one to save him.

Only she had failed. Oh god. She had killed him.

Couldn't hear. Couldn't see. Couldn't breathe.

Pain stung her face. The sounds and colors came back in a rush. She would have swayed, but Axel's strong arms still held her.

Naminè stood before her. "You need to calm down."

"How can I? He's de-"

"He's not dead," Naminè replied, her voice stronger than Olette had ever heard it before.

"What?" Olette chocked back a sob.

It was true that Roxas was still writhing slightly. Pained gasps escaped his lips.

"I don't understand," Olette stammered.

Naminè opened her mouth to explain, but before she could Olette shouted "Roxas!"

Her eyes were focused on his still form. The smoke was gone.

It had been replaced with radiating light.


Roxas stood on a stained glass platform. Two figured stood in front of him. One looked remarkably similar to him, had strange yellow eyes and a bored expression.

The one who could have passed for his twin stepped forward, smiling.


The boy's name came to him in a whisper. Vague memories of a similar meeting arrived with it.

"At last. We have Roxas back," he said.

"I don't understand," Roxas replied.

"Don't worry, you'll remember soon after you wake up." He frowned. "Unfortunately you'll remember some stuff you wish you couldn't."

"What are you talking about?"

The boy with yellow eyes sighed in frustration. "You've been put back together, idiot."

"Vanitas?" Roxas asked.

"Bingo." The boy smirked.

Ven glared at him, before turning back to Roxas. "The Light and Darkness have been balanced. Olette, was able to attach onto your Light and bring the true you back."

Roxas, clutched at his heart as the memory of intense pain resurfaced. "She stabbed me!" He exclaimed, not quite believing it. But he wasn't angry. No, not at all. Because after the pain there had been warmth.

"She unlocked your heart, giving strength to the Light."

"Why am I still here? I have to find her!"

Ven laughed. "Very soon. We just wanted a little chat before you woke up. Roxas, Light and Darkness has been returned to their rightful parts. But, be warned the Darkness is not gone. They can't exist without the other. You need to ensure that the Light stays the strongest. The Darkness is your rightful ability and it will continue to fight. Your Light is strong though. And Olette will help. Remember who you are and the Darkness won't be able to take control again."

Roxas nodded.

Vanitas chuckled. "Be prepared to apologize to a lot of people."

Before Roxas could ask why, the two boys and the platform vanished.

He was no longer standing, but instead lying on something soft, staring up at the sky.


Olette broke away from a stunned Axel's grip and rushed toward Roxas. The light had faded as he began to gingerly sit up.

She fell to her knees, but refrained from touching him. "Roxas?"

His eyes, the brilliant blue she has missed so much met hers. "God, you're beautiful," he said, sounding as if he was in awe. "Olette."

And then he was kissing her.

The world stopped, only this time it was a wonderful, amazing thing.


Roxas and Olette sat on the bed, holding on to one another as if they were afraid if they'd let go they lose each other again.

The group had returned to the mansion and all of them, Larxene, Demyx, Axel and Naminè stood with them.

For the most part none of them weren't seriously injured. Demyx had a few burns and minor injuries, but he could have cared less. He and Larxene were back to normal.

Axel stood leaning in the doorway, watching his best friend. "Do you remember anything?"

"A little. The last clear thing I remember was Olette giving me her necklace back. And then after that snippets. But they're confusing and cloudy. Like a horrible nightmare. Honestly I wish it all was." Roxas looked around at all his friends. "I don't think sorry, will ever be enough to say."

"You don't need to apologize. It wasn't you, man," Demyx replied.

"But it was. I couldn't help it, but there is some part of me that feels and acts that way."

"Roxas," Axel began, "Everyone has problems. But you aren't that thing we were dealing with. Believe me when I say that my best friend is back to normal. And I completely forgive you for everything.

Naminè, Larxene and Demyx nodded in agreement.

Naminè stepped forward. "Can you still control the Darkness?"

"Yeah," he answered, "but it feels different than before. And, um, I can do this." He held out his hand. A small orb formed, but it wasn't the normal one. Instead it was made up of blinding light. "I guess I can do both now."

Naminè grinned.

"He gets two powers?" Demyx groaned. "So not fair, man."

"Shut up," Larxene and Axel said at the same time.

Everyone laughed.

The nightmare was over. Everything was going to be okay.


Olette ran as fast as she could. Her legs hurt and she was gasping for air, but she ignore the pain. She had to catch him. He'd never let her down if she didn't.

"Olette!" His voiced echoed off the trees, mocking her.

She had to stop running. "Damn him!" She cursed trying to breathe.

"You are so slow!" He yelled again, this time with laughter in his voice.

Olette turned around, scanning the forest.

Where could he be? Was he near her now, watching her as she hopelessly couldn't catch him?

The sound of leaves crunching came from behind her. She whipped around and ran toward the noise.

After a few minutes she realized she had been tricked. The woods were dead silent. He was nowhere to be found.

She sat down on a fallen tree trunk and tried to get her breathing to be regular.

She was never going to catch him. If he didn't want to be found then there was nothing anyone could do to stop him. She stood up, feeling exhausted.

I guess I'll just go back and admit deafe-


Olette screamed as someone from behind grabbed her shoulders.

She spun around and glared at her attacker.

Roxas just grinned a stupid, boyish smile. "You're not very good at this game."

Olette frowned. "Hey I found Axel and Hayner like two seconds into it! Everyone else I've caught but you."

"What can I say? I am the best at extreme hide and go seek."

"Whatever, these woods are stupid. The ones by my old house were much better."

Roxas shrugged. "Sorry, these are the only ones I could find in Twilight Town. Besides it takes away the advantage you and I would have over everyone else. It wouldn't be fair if only you and I knew the good hiding places."

He reached out and grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. "Let's go get lunch before another round. I'm starving."

Olette smiled and the two of them began to walk toward home. Roxas' hand fit hers perfectly. She could feel his two rings, but it wasn't uncomfortable. In fact it made her very happy.

They began to see the houses that were outside the edge of the woods.

"Hey, wait one second," Roxas said, stopping.


He smiled and leaned into kiss her.

After a while the two broke apart, identical goofy smiles on their faces.

"I love you, Olette."

"I love you too."

He leaned in to kiss her again.

Unlike the girls who claimed that they saw stars or fireworks when they kissed the one they loved, Olette saw nothing but beautiful light, radiating from the two of them.