AN: Another angsty one. I'm trying to write happy things, but it just isn't happening at the moment. As ever, I don't own the characters.
It's her face I see, when I look in the mirror. Blonde hair, not red. Pale skin, instead of tanned. The only thing that remains the same is the eye colour; bright blue, a little too large for the face they're in.
Someone once said the eyes are the window to the soul, and they were right. I look in the mirror and it's Naminé I see. We're one and the same, now, but I still miss having her here beside me.
Was it wrong, I wonder, to fall in love with your own Nobody? Right or wrong, it happened, and she loved me back as much as she could. She may not have had a heart, but it didn't seem that way to me.
No-one else knew about us – we made sure of that. It really isn't difficult to hide a relationship around here – the only person with anything resembling powers of observation is Aerith, and we didn't see much of her.
It's small comfort to know that the one I loved is now part of me – we fought the joining process until it became inevitable. I'd much rather have her by my side than inside my heart.
I look back at the mirror, at her image in the place of my reflection, and raise a hand to touch her face. The moment I do, the illusion is shattered, and she is gone. Blonde turns into red, pale skin into tanned, Naminé fades away to leave Kairi behind.
AN: Short, I know, but reviews are still much appreciated. The little button needs to be clicked...