“Don’t worry, she’s not dangerous.”
Roxas turned to the left and saw Naminé standing at the compartment door. Dressed in black, her black dress revealed her shoulders and reached just past her knees. The white sash tied in a large bow to the side, accentuated her small waist. Her blonde hair was tied in a neat bun on the crown of her head.
“You know,” the other woman began. “You know… what happened to me.”
Roxas turned back to her. “The dream that I had… it was you.” The woman dipped her head once. Roxas took a careful look at her; he noticed a despondent look in her eyes. “Why… what happened that day?”
“If I tell you, are you going to help me?” the woman asked.
Roxas glanced at Naminé. She turned to him and smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “If I do,” Roxas began, staring Naminé in the eyes. “You’ll leave me alone. Forever. And you’ll cure my eyes.”
Naminé slowly approached him, a cold look in her blue eyes. Roxas felt his heart race, fearing for the worst. Just inches from his face, Naminé tilted his chin upwards, a thin smile on her face. “Good luck.”