"Its okay."

She's a broken record – that all deny is broken and don't fix. That repeats everything its heard before, and lets out a jagged scream once in awhile.

But she's not as broken as him.

"You love me." She says, using what she has to keep him together.

"I love you." He says, once vibrant blues gone, gone, gone, dead.

"Truly?" She asks, hearing the crack, crack of what might just be her heart.

"Yes. I love you, Naminé."

"What about Kairi?" She asks, knowing she won't get an answer, but she has to try and hope and pray.

Nothing comes from him but a "Who's Kairi?"

A hot, wet tear drips from her eye, and splashes on his lip. He licks it up, curiously, then says, childishly, "Salty."

But Naminé smiles, because its different, its new and maybe she's getting somewhere. Then he reaches up and kisses her, again, and its hot, wet and oh gods its vibrant. Its one of the few things he does on his own. And maybe, he's him for awhile.

But it shouldn't be her he kisses.

He's naked, underneath white sheets, and she's pressed close on top, her white, white form blending into them. His brown locks make it look like its burnt there, and his eyes are so, so blank it hurts. His skin is pale now, not burnt by the sun of his tropical world, but bleached by the castle walls. And it makes him look like the ghost of himself he is.

She'll whisper stories into his ear; of a brave hero who set out to find his friend, and saves him, taking both of them back to the girl of his dreams. And though he won't ever realize, she's trying to paint a future that is happy for everyone – except her.

She feeds him carefully, him chewing and swallowing on instinct, nothing tasted, nothing, nothing done but only for survival – and only then because she needed him to live. She didn't know how she'd atone if he died – how she'd ask for forgiveness, if she has nothing to show for it.

She leaves him then, and goes to her desk. She draws – sandy beaches, a smiling red head, and a silverette that smirks widely. Shade from coconut trees, the salty tang of the ocean spray, a blue blue sky...Everything at her disposal to make him whole.

She couldn't really be the one for him. She can just bring the walls down, break his heart and tear him down.

But, maybe, she can fix him too.

-end-

Oh my god....so sad...and disturbing. I'm creeped out by what I just wrote. I hope its good. Cookies for the reviewers. A heavy stick for those who don't review.

-Love Psycho