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Bittersweet Christmas
(12.24.2oo6)
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It was that time of year again. Except this year, she had an actual reason for her sadness; her reason being the limp body in front of her.
His lifeless body merely slept, the clear pod revealing every movement. He didn't flinch, didn't awaken. He just slept.
Her Christmas list this year consisted of one thing and one thing only. When he awoke, she wanted him to have at least one memory of her. She wanted him to remember the tingles she felt when he touched her. She wanted him to remember his impossible promise. If nothing else, she wanted him to hold her one last time. That was all.
As she sketched his memories, tying them together, she imagined. She wondered what would happen when he awoke. Maybe he would recognize her, and she would feel his warm embrace one again. She shot that one down, knowing the impossibility of it. Maybe he would wonder, staring warily of the blond witch in front of him. Or maybe she just wouldn't be there. They would never see each other again, and that would be best.
Or maybe she should quit thinking so many maybe's.
As she sketched on that Christmas day, she thought of different, fake memories to sketch in. Of course, she would never dream of putting them in... would she?
A knowing smile upon her face, she sketched her little soul out. Later on, Sora would have a memory. A memory of her lips lingering on his, the sweet taste always there. When he kissed Kairi, he would think it was her. But deep down, he would know better.
And she would know better. Although she would never know the feeling, she could let him think so. And he would treasure this memory dearly, this sweet memory that would be his best. He would know, deep down, that it wasn't Kairi's lips, because the feeling was of someone who would truly and always care for him, no matter who or what came into the picture. And every moment would be pure wonder, and absolute torture, as he would never know who she was.
It was the least Naminè could do, to repay him for choosing another overher. It would give her a bittersweet taste, like dark chocolate. Accent on the d a r k. It would be bittersweet, but this was her bittersweet Christmas.
Whoever said nobodies had no feelings was dead wrong.
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i wish you all a blessed & amazing
Christmas, & a new year full of wonder.
-&firagaownsnothing
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ps.1 : naminè seems OOC. i apologize..
