A Secret Place
I never go there anymore.
An old abandoned mansion upon the edge of Twilight Town. In there is a room, the doorway hidden by a grand tapestry of a fallen king. Inside was a brilliantly white room, with pencil drawings stuck across the wall, a window into the soul of my lost love.
I never go there anymore.
That room was Naminé's, and it always will be. I knew as soon as I met her that she was special. She had no family, no friends, until me. We spent days on end in that room. It always amazed me at how white the room was, when the rest of the mansion was crumbling under the weight of time.
But, as all teenagers are, we became restless, and that room could not contain us. We had adventures, travelled to new worlds and made new friends. We spent two years together, and during that time we never told each other how we felt. We didn't need to, we already knew. Teenagers.
We were happy, travelling throughout the universe. When we returned we visited that room. It never changed.
I never go there anymore.
We stayed in Twilight Town, but I was still filled with the love of adventure. I begged Naminé to join me and she agreed. We visited old friends, discovered new worlds, and we were happy. But, we went one adventure too far. Surrounded by evil, we fought desperately to stay alive. I took my eyes of Naminé for one minute, and they killed her, another life to them, and my only love to me.
Naminé died because I failed to protect her. I dragged her off to adventure and let her die. She died because I failed to protect the one I love.
I never go there anymore.
How could I? After I failed her.
I can't go there anymore.
All I want is to join her. That is why I throw myself into battle after battle. In hope I can finally rest, and join Naminé.
My Naminé.
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