A/N: Hi guys, I'm sooo soo sorry that I disappeared for so long. My life has just completely turned upside down, I found that I didn't really have the time or motivation to write fanfiction anymore. But, I'm trying to get back into it. I hope that I still have some followers on this story, because I really wanna finish it.

If you haven't read We're So Far Away or Giving it Away, I suggest you check out those two stories first as this is the third in the 'trilogy'. Both of those stories had tons of great reviews, so you may enjoy them as much as my old readers did! I'm really hoping to get a good amount of readers on this story as well, even though it has been a long time since I've been active here.

I made some changes to this chapter so please reread it :) Thanks so much for sticking around to read this.

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Sitting . Under . Falling . Stars

When night comes down you lock the door
The boot falls to the floor
As darkness falls the waves roll by
The seasons change
The wind is warm.
Now wakes the owl, now sleeps the swan
Behold a dream, the dream is gone

September 10th

"What a lovely morning for a walk."

A cool, summer-ish breeze softly blew against Kairi's sun kissed skin.

"I agree." Sora grinned warmly. Hand in hand, the two made their way down the street, only one destination in mind; School.

It was strange to see them looking so… Their age. Wearing backpacks, holding hands, smiling as if there was nothing wrong in the world… Yes, to the naked eye Kairi and Sora appeared to be but average teenagers, idly living their simple lives day to day. This, however, was not the case.

A mother at sixteen and a father at seventeen, Kairi and Sora had been through hell and back the past year of their lives. From losing each other to losing a close friend, they had been through it all… But now, it seemed as though their lives could finally be at peace.

The year had just begun and so far things were sailing pretty smoothly.

"I wonder…" Kairi mused, head in the clouds. "I wonder if Amaya will go to the same high school as us?"

"Well, I guess that's up to us, isn't it?" Sora inquired.

"Hmm, true." She nodded in agreement. "But if ATW is anything like it is now, I'm not sure if I'll want her to…"

Sora chuckled with his natural good nature. "Wiser words have never been spoken. If I can prevent Amaya from being put through half as much crap as we have, then hell, I'll do anything!"

She giggled. "Same here." Kairi's thoughts seemed adrift for a moment, before she suddenly inquired "Say, have you talked to Roxas about Namine lately?"

"Nopers. Every time I bring her up he just gets all emotional and changes the topic. Sometimes he gets upset, sometimes he gets pissy, sometimes he rages. It all depends on the day I guess."

"That is very odd, I must say." The red head commented. "I wonder what's going on with those two?"

With her head hanging low in what appeared to be shame, a little blonde Namine walked towards Ansem the Wise High alone. Although it had been well over two weeks since the little "split" Roxas and her were on had begun, their problems did not cease to exist… Where all of this came from, neither of them could figure it out. Namine often pondered this. She wondered, how did this happen? How did we go from so close and so in love, to either not speaking or at each other's throats? A lifetime of friendship and Roxas and I barely argued, let alone fought… So why is it now we just can't seem to get along?

A heavy sigh escaped her cherry pink lips as she lazily opened the door and let herself in to the familiar halls of ATW. She wished that she was with Roxas. She wanted to walk through the hallway and hold his hand. She wanted to meet him at his locker between classes and always kiss him goodbye, and feel his safe arms around her when she was feeling distressed. Thinking about it always made her want to cry.

What will it take? Why can't things just go back to the way they were before?

She shook her head and let out a huff of frustration, annoyed with the situation entirely. She continued her way down the hall towards her homeroom, which this semester, was English. As much as she didn`t feel like being in school, she was at least thankful that she had enjoyable classes. As she turned the corner, she recieved a text. It was a bit blurry for her to read considering she had forgot to put in her contacts in a rush to get to school, but she could still read clearly that it was from Roxas.

Good luck with your homeroom.

Namine didn`t even smile or think twice about replying, just closed her phone and kept on walking with her eyes glued to the tiled floor. Maybe it wasn`t the best idea, considering about two moments later, she classicly collided bodies with another person. Much to her surprise, it was none other than the same person who had just texted her phone.

She looked at him with wide, shocked eyes, and he looked down at her with a very strange look. He half smiled at her, and said "I`m sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"T-Thats okay." Namine stammered, confused. The two locked eyes for a moment and Namine couldn`t help but notice a slight change in them, a look he had never given her before. It was almost as if he didn`t even know who she was.

"Well I don't wanna be late." He said with a somewhat plesant look. "Have a good one."

And he continued his way down the hall.

Why did he look at me like that? Namine wondered, staring after him as he walked down the hallway. It was like I was just a stranger... Does he even care if we're togehter at all anymore?

"Ugh." With a grunt, the tiny dark haired girl whipped her paintbrush across the canvas, sending splatters of paint over a messy looking abstract. The mixture of brown, orange and yellow all seemed to blend together, topped off with streaks of red. Xion stopped, took a step back, and observed her work.

"For fucks sake." She said aloud. "I hate it."

Frustrated, Xion decided that she would leave her painting for now, and potentially return to it later in the period. Until then, she would sit at her table and idly listen to music whilst allowing her thoughts to wander.

The previous week of school had been the first of the year, and the first couple of days were tough for Xion. She could barely keep Riku out of her mind; it drove her wild. She would be sitting in class and suddenly feel the dire need to burst out in tears. So, Xion began to shove Riku's memory to the back of her head. Each time it would arise, she would think about something else. Although this was an unhealthy method, Xion could not think of any other way to put what had happened behind her.

She had wanted to think about him in art class that day, but she couldn't bare it. It was just too overwhelming for school. So, she rested her head on the table and decided to nap.

Things will get better. She told herself. I know they will.

A long sigh escaped her lips. At least I hope so…