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Naminé is nothing like her other side. And Riku, for one, is grateful for it.
Kairi was a flower: a rose, a lily, a daisy. There was always the life and scent of spring about her.
Naminé isn't the kind of girl one compared to a flower—no matter how much she may have looked the part. Flowers are delicate things that die very easily and fall to pieces under very little pressure.
Naminé reminded Riku of polished stone. Cool, strong and smooth, a little worn by life but no less beautiful for it. She'd been broken. It had left deep, dark cracks in her mind and soul, but it hadn't destroyed her.
After all, the more times you break a stone in half, the harder it is to break again.
Naminé is nothing like her other side. And Riku, for one, is grateful for it.
He's not sure if he'd be able to take it if she were like Kairi. He wouldn't have been able to watch those small, pale hands grasp his or look into those electric blue eyes that pull at something deep inside of him as Naminé rises up on her heels to meet him face to face, anocean of emotion running beneath her river-stone-smooth voice and expression.
"Sora's forgiven you Riku," she says softly. "Now it's time for you to forgive yourself."