Roxas had seized the entire room in one glance. It was almost empty. Everything was white, except the shadows that gathered in the center and hung in the corners.

He let one foot hover hesitantly over the threshold before letting it drop to the floor. He stood stock-still for a moment, paralyzed by a curious shock that seemed to rush through his whole body. Only one foot inside and he already felt a strange tugging at his soul. As if something inside him was trying to pull him in and let that foreboding feeling swallow him whole.

His eyes were immediately drawn to the center of everything. The odd flower that sprouted from the endless white sea. The great bud was tightly shut, unwilling to open its eyes to such a painfully empty world.

Roxas found himself strangely fascinated by the blank abyss that spread out before him. Nothing that went on forever. Nothing at all. White and empty. A horrible silence never pierced by the laughter, train whistles, and clock tower bells that he had used to replace the rhythm of his heart. Not a sound. Not a word. An eternity of blind silence.

The thought of never seeing his friends again tore at him, causing a stinging bitterness to well up at the corners of his eyes.

His brain crashed into his skull. His head throbbed, sending lightning bolts of pain shooting through him.

How could his whole entire world have shattered right before his eyes? How could he have not seen the sky melting and the ground cracking?

What if he tried to put it back together?

He had lived in a wonderful dream. One he had never wanted to wake up from. It was too late for dreams now that he had woken up. There was no way to pull together the wispy strands once he had opened his eyes. He had just stood still, rubbing his eyes and watching harsh reality pulling itself back together.

Roxas lifted his head, breaking eye contact with his shoe laces. He could have sworn that he had just heard the distant sound of a train whistling accompanied by the faintest roar of the wheels against the rails. For a moment, he felt as if his heart had started beating again. Then, he shook his head, frowning. With that, his heartbeat ceased.

He placed one foot in front of the other, wondering if the floor would fall out from under him. He took another step, wondering what would be the last thing he ever saw. He took another step, wishing it had been that beautiful sunset he remembered but had never really seen. He took another step, wondering if this was really the end. He took one last step, knowing that it was.

He knew that it had all been only a dream, but he couldn't get rid of the images that swarmed his mind. Sunsets and sea-salt ice cream. Sunshine and skateboards and long, lazy days. Train whistles and bells. Olette and Hayner and Pence. All laughing and smiling, without a care in the world, except the summer assignment. Somewhere inside, he wondered if he belonged in that world, but knew he didn't.

But still...

"It was real to me."

Sorry for this pile of mediocrity. ...At least I'm posting. I know this isn't good, but the line "It was real to me" really stuck out to me and I wanted to incorporate it into my writing. This is the first time I've really (I mean seriously) written Roxas. ...Not good at it, I know. ...:D I'll try to post something better...Once my computer is fixed. ...