A/N: I was just thinking about home the other day, and how horribly I'm going to miss it when I go away for college. And then I was watching the KH II ending on my iPod, and I did notice how happy Roxas and Namine were, but at the same time, that wasn't really home to them. They only very vaguely remember it and all. So this double-drabble came up, from Roxas' POV no less, so I probably totally ruined him. Constructive criticism is my life. Thank you!
Is
this home?
Is
this where I should learn to be happy?
…Home
will be where the heart is
Never
were words so true
My
heart's far, far away
Home
is too
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Home
Beauty
and the Beast
Home
I watch it, watch his homecoming through his eyes because I'm a ghost now. I'm not myself. I'm not alone, not anymore, but I'm not myself. And I'm not really there except in memories.
I think it was Axel who said people who are only alive in memories are ghosts. I can't remember it too well, but it was said sometime. And it came from someone's shadow-lined mouth, underneath someone's flowing black cloak, in the grand oblivion meeting hall, and—
But the rushing sun hits Sora, hits me, makes me forget the darkness that I spent too much time in, and this place I never thought would feel like home suddenly is home because it's home to Sora.
So, logically, it's home to me.
But even now I find myself homesick, homesick for my real home, for the castles and the thrones, the high white grand chairs, for the rooms and the power and the Organization that almost was, but never really were once you think about it.
I don't even need to let Sora's eyes catch Kairi's to know Naminé's missing the same thing.
Home wasn't perfect, not for either of us, but home was home all the same and the things became familiar, became our own memories instead of someone's that were handed down from us. It wasn't much, but home was still home, home was still ours.
And now, we've come to share everything with Sora and Kairi, even a home that was never really ours.
And so we lie down, all four of us, and we all dream of home: something that should be the same place, but isn't.
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