[Nope. He's taking her chin in his hands and making her look up at him. He searched her eyes for something, anything. This wasn't just familiarity.]
Maybe...
[He started to let him go when he got a flash of a memory. It was the clock tower. He was with Roxas eating ice cream and they were laughing...but was that...a girl's laugh? The memory seemed to physically hit him and he took a step back.]
No. That can't be it. [His hand was placed firmly over his heart, gripping the fabric of his shirt. This feeling...was it guilt?]
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Date: 2011-11-16 03:59 am (UTC)[Nope. He's taking her chin in his hands and making her look up at him. He searched her eyes for something, anything. This wasn't just familiarity.]
Maybe...
[He started to let him go when he got a flash of a memory. It was the clock tower. He was with Roxas eating ice cream and they were laughing...but was that...a girl's laugh? The memory seemed to physically hit him and he took a step back.]
No. That can't be it. [His hand was placed firmly over his heart, gripping the fabric of his shirt. This feeling...was it guilt?]
Where are you from?