The sunset was as vivid as ever, shining brightly upon the children of Twilight Town, giving them strength to go about their day... but Roxas was not one of the world's denizens, not yet, so he was more or less immune to the rays of light that penetrated the soul and warmed the heart.
Besides, to warm the heart, one had to have a heart to warm.
With a sigh, a black-gloved hand pushed some blond hair aside, out of sky-blue eyes, so that the Nobody, the Thirteenth, the Key of Destiny, had a clear view of his prize.
A bar of light blue ice cream. He licked his lips at the thought of it, and knew that, thanks to the sun's permeating rays of light, it would surely melt if not consumed quickly.
But... it was his first time eating it. And he wondered what it tasted like, first and foremost.
Logic told him, from the name of the delicacy, that it would taste salty, but at the same time, sweet. A perfect blend of flavors.
Yet, he couldn't help but wonder.
When he thought of a summer he had never experienced (it currently being his first spring), a humidity of sorts came to mind, or a spicyness... perhaps something salty, and yet...
A sweetness came over his senses while he imagined summer, a familiarity that couldn't be shaken, a sensation that he wanted to reach out and grab. He couldn't name it, though...
Longing. He felt that, too. It wasn't emotion, but.... it was something crying out to him from the deepest depths, the thing that filled the space where his heart once lay. He didn't know why, but he yearned for something, for someone, so desperately...
He had not been endowed with the gift to see the future, but if he had been, he would have felt that longing re-emerge at the sight of the white-clad, blonde nobody that called herself Naminé.
Roxas decided, finally, seeing a bit of the treat melt and drip down onto the cobblestone below, to take a taste...
The perfect blend was most definitely that of summer. That of memories he was yet to have, that of memories so faded and obscure that he was unsure of they were his at all. Memories of friendship and perhaps even adolescent love... A broad grin came across his face.
So what if he was alone? If what the ice cream told him was true, if what it had unearthed from the deepest regions of his memory was all true, then he wouldn't be alone for very long.
He would have the answers that he sought.
