My fifth story and last gasp before school can drain my creativity completely... Contains SPOILERS for the end of 358/2 Days. Just a heads-up.
Side note! I forgot who said this, but they said that ice cream was how Roxas identifies friendship. So when he said, "Who else will I have ice cream with?", he wasn't asking who else would eat frozen dairy products with him, but who else would be his friend. I dunno, when you think of it that way, it's kinda sad...
In conclusion, "Looks like my summer vacation is... over..."
"Look at me, Roxas... Who do you see?"
I don't know...
"If you see somebody else's face... a boy's face... then that means I'm almost ready."
Ready for what? And when? Xion, please tell me...
"This puppet will have to play her part."
You're no puppet... You eat ice cream with me...
"Roxas... This is him. ... It's Sora."
Who is he, really?
He could have said any of these things to her.
A weak sound was all that escaped him.
How was this possible? Xion's body, Xion's voice, Xion's eyes...
Baby blue, just like yesterday and the day before that and the day before that...
Who was this brown-haired stranger; smiling at him so caringly, so gently, so sadly... Surely it was not the girl he had grown so close to?
But now, staring at this boy's face, which seemed so achingly familiar... he had to wonder who the real stranger was here.
She (he? It?) began to walk away, right off the edge of the clock tower, before continuing on thin air. Roxas reached out despairingly, foolishly, desperate for something to get a grip on, illusion or not.
Hood placed back on, the black-cloaked entity turned to face the frightened Nobody.
"You're next, Roxas. I have to make you a part of me, too. Don't you see?"
The perpetual evening suddenly grew colder and darker. Wind swirled and crackled dangerously.
A cold smile pierced him.
"This is why I was created."
Roxas wanted so badly to scream. Wanted to beg, wanted to cry out to his friend, wanted to tell her that everything was all right, they'd find some way around Sora and the Organization, some way that would end happily for everyone. She didn't have to do this, they didn't have to fight.
Instead, he summoned his weapon and crouched down, all the while repeating the same thought over and over.
Xion... I'm so sorry.
He held the dying girl in his arms. It didn't matter anymore how sorry he was; nothing mattered.
Just like yesterday, her eyes were baby blue...