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A/N: Yeah, so, same story as before, listening to music, falling in love with music, humming music every second, becoming obsessed with music, becoming obsessed with the fics that pop into my head while listening to/humming said music. Song is Maybe by Secondhand Serenade.

This is going to be three chapters, one is Roxas' POV, the other, Namine's. Roxas' comes first. This is Roxas' POV and the final chapter.

Faith

Roxas stood outside Namine's door in the rain, lost. He was soaked to the skin, the rain running down his gravity defying spikes and streaming down his face, obscuring his vision from time to time. Only moments ago, he had seen her. Namine. She had opened the door and he had felt hope. Hope that he could still fix this. She had looked defeated, tired, even worse than he felt, and it had hurt to see her like that. He had to restrain himself from pulling her into a hug, like he would have done not so long ago. And now, now he was sure it was over. She told him to leave and she had shut the door in his face before he even got to play the song he had written for her. It was over, so why was he still standing there?

He would never see her smile again, the smile that seemed to brighten up any room, the one meant solely for him. He would never get to hear he laugh with him again, or get that wonderful feeling when he was the one to make her laugh. She would never look at him again like he was the only other person in the world. He wouldn't be around to see her cry, to see her hurt, and comfort her. He would never be able to just spend time with her again.

No. No, he wouldn't give up. It was too early to give up. How could he give up so easily, when she meant so much to him? If she didn't want to hear his apology, she didn't have to, but that wouldn't stop him from playing. Nothing could, not the pouring rain and definitely not something as flimsy as a door. She would hear him if she wanted to. And he would make sure she heard him. Roxas sat down, back against the door, and started playing, new words springing from somewhere in his heart.

Didn't you want to hear the sound of all the places we could go?
Do you fear the expressions on the faces we don't know?
It's a cold hard road when you wake up and I don't think that I
Have the strength to let you go

It was true. All of it. He didn't have it in him to give her up. She had been his, and he was still hers. He wouldn't give up the time they had together, or the time they could have together, for anything. He had given her his heart, and he didn't plan to take it back, not now, not later, not ever.

Maybe it's just me, couldn't you believe
That everything I said and did wasn't just deceiving?
And the tear in your eye and your calm hard face
Makes me wish that I was never brought into this place

Namine. Are you listening, Namine? Hear how sorry I am? How hopelessly in love with you I am? I'm sorry for bringing you so much pain. I wish we could have met under better circumstances. I wish it didn't take a bet for me to try and get to know you better. But it wasn't the bet that made me fall in love with you. It was your laugh, your smile, your kindness, your sparkling eyes. It was you, all you. Can you hear that in my song?

There goes my ring, it might as well have been shattered
And I'm here to sing about the things that mattered
About the things that made us feel alive for, oh, so long
About the things that kept you on my side when I was wrong

Can you hear it? My longing? For the times we had together? Can you remember all the happy moments we had together? Could you give me another chance so we could be that happy – No, happier?

Maybe it's just me, couldn't you believe
That everything I said and did wasn't just deceiving?
And the tear in your eye and your calm hard face
Makes me wish that I was never brought into this place

You are listening, right? You can hear me, right? You can hear how sorry I am, can't you? And if you don't want to listen, or if you can't hear me, I'll keep on singing, singing until you answer me.

And someday, I promise I'll be gone
And someday, I might even sing this song to you
I might even sing this song to you, to you, to you

Answer me and I'll leave you alone. Move on and leave me behind without a glance back and I'll leave you alone. Until then, I'll keep singing, to the door, to the air, and maybe even to you, if you would just open the door, even the tiniest bit, to let me know that maybe you'll let me into your world again.

And I was crying alone tonight
And I was wasting all of my life just thinking of you
So just come back we'll make it better
So just come back, I'll make it better than it ever was
I'll make it better than it ever was

Please Namine. If you're listening, please let me back in. At the very least let me cry with you. Please. I want to make it better, and then even better. We were happy, we could be happier, I know it.

Maybe it's just me, couldn't you believe
That everything I said and did wasn't just deceiving?
And the tear in your eye and your calm hard face
Makes me wish that I was never brought into this place

Maybe it's just me, couldn't you believe
That everything I said and did wasn't just deceiving?
And the tear in your eye and your calm hard face
Makes me wish that I was never brought into this place
Maybe it's just me

The last note hung in the air and Roxas waited expectantly. And the note finally faded into silence, the only sound the pitter patter of the rain and his own chattering teeth. The door didn't open and she didn't reply either. Maybe she hadn't heard him. Gritting his teeth to stop the chattering, he took several deep breaths and opened his mouth to sing again.

Maybe it's just me, couldn't you believe
That everything I said and did wasn't just deceiving?
And the tear in your eye and your calm hard face
Makes me wish that I was never brought into this pla-

The last word of the line became a cry of surprise as the one thing he was leaning on suddenly disappeared, depositing him on his back in Namine's hallway. She stood over him, hand still on the door knob, and for a second, Roxas thought that she was going to tell him to piss off.

"What are you doing outside, you idiot? Didn't I tell you to stop sleeping outside to get me to accept your apologies? Come on, dry off. And change. I don't want you dripping all over the place. I still have the clothes you lent me, I forgot to throw them out," she said as casually as she could, and Roxas saw that she had forgiven him, just a little, and if he didn't make it right now, then he would forever hate himself. So he scrambled to his feet, mumbling apologies for dripping water over the floor as he propped his guitar on the wall by the door.

As he passed her on his way to the bathroom, she said timidly, "And maybe you can sing for me after, ok?" So she had heard him. Unable to stop himself, he broke out into a wide grin and lifted her off her feet in a warm hug, eliciting a squeal and a laugh from her.

"Roxas! You're getting me wet!"

"Then you can change with me," he replied with a smirk as he put her down, to which he received a playful slap on the shoulder.

"Don't push your luck, mister," Namine said as sternly as she could, which wasn't very effective because she couldn't hide her smile. Score! He had made her laugh and smile in the last five minutes and he couldn't shake the feeling of happiness he got from that fact.

"Namine, I'm going to sing songs about how much I love you from the rooftops once the rain stops."

"Roxas!" she exclaimed, blushing.

"What? If you can submit paintings of me, I can sing songs about you," Roxas said, smiling when Namine's face went from a light pink to tomato red and she started stammering in her embarrassment. Yes, this was how it used to be. And how it would be from now on, he silently promised. I won't ever make her cry again.

So… you likey? No? Yes? Review please! And yes, I know I asked if you guys wanted a sad of happy ending, but the fic wrote itself. Blame the whims that control me! Blame the god of writing! Just not me. And don't tell me you weren't happy that they made up.