Naminé supposed that the truth was, she hadn't expected a reply at all. That must be why she stared at the letter for such a long time before she could manage to read it.

( letter from an old friend )

Naminé was sitting and flipping through her sketchbook, musing a little on just about everything. Michelangelo, her would-be hero, and the lovely things he said. Her new job, which she started in the morning. Her trip to DC with Charlie, which had been lovely. A glittery cabin. Alphonse, who had given her a book and also some unusual ideas. Roxas, ( Read more... )