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Who: Xion, Roxas, Aeris/Aerith, Open?
What: Sitting in the church, thinking, then running around The Slums
Where: Sector 5 Church
When: Night, 3 A.M.
Rating: TBA

Gods, everything hurt. Her chest -especially her chest-, her head, her legs and arms...everything. Even worse was how muddled her mind was and how swiftly it raced. A straight thought couldn't be held for longer than perhaps thirty seconds.

At least the air of the wee morning hours was clear. That in itself was a strange thing for Midgar in the past. Usually, clean air was as rare as the flowers Xion noticed were off to her left. The yellow and white lilies grew out from between the floorboards and were neighbors to a rather large hole filled with the purest water that could probably ever be found in Midgar. Lilies and a baptismal pool. Truly there was no better place for sanctuary than a house of God.

There was no one there at the moment, but the short girl could tell someone had visited there earlier that day. As for who, she hoped it was that nice lady she met weeks prior. She never could tell what happened to the lovely brunette, and even as she thought of her, she found herself doubting if the woman ever existed. She couldn't place her face, her name...nothing. That struck her as incredibly pitiful and she filled with shame. She herself had been forgotten before, and knew what that was like.

Standing, she turned her attention to her pockets. Xion emptied them of their contents and spilled the items to the floor. Flowers both real and crystal, flower seeds, sea shells; why had she been collecting these things? The sea shells she knew why: she rather liked them. But the flowers? A sea shell bounced off the floor as she took it out and fell into the pool of water near her feet. Her gloved hand stretched out to reach in and retrieve it, but immediately she pulled it back to her chest. Strangely, she didn't want to touch the holy waters. It struck a small part of her as odd, but was discarded just the same as she pulled out her phone.

A scowl lit across her lips as she recalled the past few days, brought on by the picture of herself at the beach. Why did she have that taken? To remember the fun there? Odd, nothing good had come of going to Besaid. Nothing good came of living, it seemed. There was an ache in her chest, and not from its new resident either. She should have expected betrayal, or rather, she shouldn't have instilled so much trust to somebody else. Trusting others led to bad things.

"It's so strange...I'm not supposed to have a heart, but...it feels like I'm being split in two." she mumbled, her voice directed at the picture of herself on the phone. It didn't reply, instead just suddenly displaying a blackened screen from idling so long. Xion shoved the cell phone back into her pocket and sat down near the edge of the spring, cinching her hood tighter to hide her face. Idly she picked up the dropped sea shells and studied each one lovingly. "Being alone is...the worst feeling in the world, isn't it?"