[ She's there, sitting on the bed with her hands clasped in her lap. Almost like she was waiting.
In a way, she knew he was coming.
Xion looks up at him, and their expressions are perfectly mirror each other. Without a word she stands and crosses to him, gently taking both his hands in her own while resting her forehead against his, shutting her eyes.
They're both a part of him. They're supposed to be with him.
More than anyone else, Xion understands exactly how Roxas must feel. ]
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In a way, she knew he was coming.
Xion looks up at him, and their expressions are perfectly mirror each other. Without a word she stands and crosses to him, gently taking both his hands in her own while resting her forehead against his, shutting her eyes.
They're both a part of him. They're supposed to be with him.
More than anyone else, Xion understands exactly how Roxas must feel. ]