Sixis looked up from her book in time to see the frisbee heading in her direction. She caught the frisbee before it could do any damage to her face and scanned the park for the culprit. She found him, hiding in the bushes, trying not to give his location away. She stood up and skipped down the path. Sixis stopped at the bush and began to kick it in random places. After a couple of kicks, she heard a muffled, “Ow.”

“Come out Roxas,” Sixis ordered. “I don’t want to play your childish games right now.”

Roxas crawled out of the bush and began dusting himself off, “Kill Joy.”

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m not in the greatest of moods today,” Sixis pointed out.

“I have noticed,” Roxas said. “What’s wrong with you anyway? Are you having a bad hair day or something?”

Sixis glared at Roxas, “Go to hell.”

She intended on walking away, but Roxas tackled her and pinnned her to the ground. She struggled and tried summoning her weapon, Riptide, but couldn’t uncap him because Roxas was holding down her arm. He began to kiss her and she bit his lip so that she drew blood. She was done with him and he knew it. She didn’t want him anymore. Why couldn't he understand that? What was so hard about it? She doesn't want him anymore. She never really had. She just needed someone to be with when she first joined the Organization.

Roxas’ face twisted in pain and he stopped kissing her. He stared into her sea green eyes and wished that he knew what she was going through. He wished he could help her get through whatever it was, but he knew that she was strong and would survive. He would have to be patient, he knew that eventually, she would come to her senses and realize that she had given up on the only person who could ever truly love her.

“Will you get off me?” Sixis asked. “I have to go talk to Xemnas.”

Roxas was going to let her up and get back to her book, but his curiosity got the better of him, “About what?”

“It has nothing to do with you,” Sixis snapped. “I just need to talk to him.”

“I’m not letting you go until you tell me,” Roxas said stubbornly.

Sixis’ eyes turned gray, the color of the sea after a storm. They only turn that color when she gets pissed off. “It’s none of your business,” she ordered. “So leave me the hell alone.”

He got off her and helped her to her feet. Then he put his arm on the small of her back and proceeded to kiss her. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t fight back. She let herself enjoy the moment, wishing for only a second that she could go back in time. But only for a second. She didn't want him anymore. He disgusted her. He made her skin crawl. She was done with him. He needs to move on. But he just wouldn't leave her alone.

He was the one to end the kiss. “That’s so you remember what you had, what you can still have,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ll always be here, waiting for you.”

Tears streamed down Sixis’ face. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? She has ended the relationship for a reason. He had no right to do this to her. She hated him and still does.

Roxas was astounded that Sixis was crying. For the past week or two, she hadn’t been showing emotions, she’d been like a robot, and that’s what had scared him the most. She used to be full of life, she could laugh easy and you could see emotions play across her face. She used to be so easy to read, and now that changed. She wouldn’t talk to anyone, unless it was absolutely necessary. Sometimes she would talk to Axel, but only him. She would only be seen reading, she didn’t even write anymore, and that used to be something that was as big a part of her life as Roxas had been. But it seems like she rid her life of that too.

Sixis tore away from Roxas. She couldn’t deal with him right now, she had something to do first. Then, when she got back, she would deal with him. And he wouldn't like it.

Roxas watched her retreating back. “I love you,” he whispered into the wind.