They sat there, in the white room, at either end of a long white table. He sat there, brooding in black, she sat there, resplendent in white. She drew, he watched. The silence pressed down.
The reason for their silence? Fear.
Both were afraid of the other, their reaction to what could be said, but both loved each other as well, and that only added to their fear.
They waited, perhaps for DiZ? Or Mickey?
Someone to break the silence, to say something that could be used to their advantage.
Whenever there was an attack, the boy in black would stand, his fear gone, and protect the girl. With his life, if need be.
He wondered if she only put up with him because she was too afraid to tell him to go, or worse; she pitied him.
She wondered if he only staid with her because she reminded him of the other, red haired girl.
The fact remained, that they both sat there, in complete silence, both waiting for the other to initiate something... but neither wanting to initiate it themselves. They sat, waiting in silence, hoping to become closer but not knowing how to go about it.
He had been isolated for so long, felt like a secondary character he had forgotten that he should have a happy ending as well.
She was readying herself to make the ultimate sacrifice, and didn't want anything to make it harder, but then she did want him... even if it did make it harder in the end.
They sat, her drawing in her sketchbook, him watching her, the way her hair swayed as she moved her hand, the way she lightly chewed on her lip when she added a detail, and how she would always brush strands of her hair out of her eyes impatiently and tuck it behind her ear. He loved her, but couldn't say a word about it.
She never took her eyes off of the book, afraid that if she did; if she looked up at him; she might lose all control, and do something that would make her look like a fool.
There they sat, neither moving, neither talking, only enjoying each other's company, whilst hating themselves for not taking it further. Neither realised how close their happy ending was.
When the time came, it was not for Roxas that Namine smiled, but for Riku. Then they boy realised that she felt for him as well, and that night wept for what could have been, if only for a brief but brilliant moment, but never was.
A/N, 420 words exactly. Not sure what sparked this, I was sitting in psychology when a strange mood came over me, and I wrote this... Not sure why, but anyway... Enjoy? Press the button and tell me! Even if I don't usually write this sort of thing...