Roxas

They gave me a black coat and a number — Thirteen. But numbers don't fill the hollow. I found warmth in Axel's fire and peace in sea-salt ice cream. But dreams kept pulling me under — islands, laughter, a boy with spiky hair. I had to leave, to know who I was. I fought, I lost, I woke up in a world that wasn’t real. And still, I chose to become part of something bigger. But sometimes... I wonder if Sora remembers me.