AN: I think this is the first drabble I've written. Just a little something I thought up one night. 3
::Shadow::
All your hopes, all your dreams, every single happy thought that ever entered your mind…
Erased.
Not just erased, but ripped out of you.
The cold being swept upon you in a violent wind.
This cold is the darkness.
Haunting your mind and putting knots in your stomach.
Have you ever felt this way?
I have.
I do.
It's one thing to turn into a Heartless. It's another to actually become one.
Thankfully, I am not the latter. For they have ripped out my heart, my soul, and my memories.
But somehow my own mind remains; I am still sane.
I am not one of them, a Shadow with a lust for blood.
My claws have never sunk into the tender flesh of another.
I do not long to imprison more helpless souls. Rather, I want to set myself and the other Heartless free.
But…how can I?
After all, I cannot talk. I can only stare at you with my big yellow eyes and hope…just hope…that you know I won't hurt you.
Is it better for me to be in this limbo? To be lukewarm?
I do not want to become like the rest of them, cold and destructive.
But will I ever be warm again? Will my memories and everything I ever loved and dreamt of rush back to me?
Or will I be a Heartless forever?
No…I believe there is hope for me.
There must be; there always is.
A chance is a chance, no matter how small.
I cannot give up. I will have hope.
For if I'm a Shadow, somewhere there must be a sun.