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Oneshot. Just drabble. Don't expect too much from it.
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A young girl stood alone in the nearly empty room, void of furniture, gazing out the large window. Staring past the torrent of heavy rain that was almost threatening to break through the thick glass.
She gazed past the rivulets of water streaming down the window, past the flashing lightning, the booming thunder. Past the heavy atmosphere of clouds and moisture that so menacingly looked down upon the small 15-year-old and threatened to swallow her whole.
She was staring instead at seemingly life and death themselves, at everyone involved with them, at the whole world in particular. Nothing shined through her eyes; not even the tiniest flicker of emotion resided in her deep blue optics. As was to be expected; after all, she was Nobody.
Nobodies could feel nothing.
Then why did she feel so empty?
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She gave no sign that she noticed that the rain had stopped, staining the flawless glass with the clear leftover drops of almost nothingness. The rain is fleeting, she mused, coming and going, but never there for long. Such as life...and this world we live in.
"Naminé..." a quiet voice whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine, a voice to terribly haunting and utterly familiar it drove her to the brink of madness, so close to the edge she could never be pulled back from it.
How she missed that voice, longed to be near it again, regardless of what it or its owner did to her. But alas, it would never be.
His voice was gone forever; no matter how many times she told herself he was coming back, the truth's crushing grip would never relinquish its hold, and that same emptiness would once again return, overwhelming her again, but this time leaving nothing behind to come back to.
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She smiled. At what, she didn't know, perhaps would never know. A smile so fake and full of lies of the emotions that once had been but were no longer, it made her sick. At least she still had her hope. But for how much longer?
The clouds were steadily becoming darker as she watched, an ominous sense of foreboding creeping over and through her pale flesh; an obvious warning.
No, she shook her head at nothing. No, he was going to come back, he had to come back. He promised he would. She needed him, needed him like a moth drawn to light, or in this case, to flame. To the wild, untamed fire and smoke that he was composed of, mind, body, and soul.
She needed him, he was her drug, in a way. She clung to him like he was the reason she existed, the only thing still chaining her to her cold and harsh existence, which, who knows, maybe he really was.
Just like he needed her. They were the only things left tying each other to this empty nothingness of life. They were all they had.
And if one of them fell, then...so did the other.
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That was why he couldn't leave her. Ever.
But as lightning split the sky one final time, the realization hit her as she fell to her knees as if struck down by an unseen blow.
Axel was never coming home.
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...wow. That was depressing enough. Axel x Naminé, if you hadn't already guessed. Axiné. Just got the inspiration while I was staring out my hotel room window at the pouring rain.
R&R please? Maybe I'll write one with Axel's point of view showing what exactly the whole story was... We'll see, though.
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