Well...this is depressing...
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Namine stared dully at the blank sheet of paper she was supposed to be drawing on.
"Hello? Isn't it a bit late for a conscience?!"
She made a shaky yellow line on the page.
"It's the charm Kairi gave you. When I changed your memories, I changed its shape."
Outlined a white dress.
"Let's just say that Namine's not the only one getting sick of you."
Drew two sad blue eyes.
And you, the hero, have to go rescue her."
She looked at the finished self portrait.
"Namine!"
And promptly tore it up.
God, she was sick of this.
A tear dripped onto the ripped pieces of the picture.
Why would anyone want me?
Why would he want her?
"The power suppressed by my heart…"
Her mouth curved up in a cynical smile.
That's right.
They were both broken.
"Riku?" She asked. The silver haired boy turned to look at her.
"Hmm?" She walked over to the chair her was sitting on and kissed the top of his head.
"I love you." He smiled, and pulled her tenderly onto his lap.
"It's about time you realized that."
Wow...shortest thing I ever wrote.