be careful—if you say it too much, you'll stop being real.
namesake
namine centric
namine.
it was such a funny name, namine thought as she doodled the letters inside of her sketchbook. first in print, the in cursive under that, then in block letters under that. not funny ha-ha, but rather funny weird. she didn't like the way it rolled off of the tongue like boulders falling down a mountain, didn't like the way the syllables pronounced themselves the way they did — NAH-me-neigh. namine.
silently, the blonde mouthed her name to her book. namine. namine. namine. the more she said it, the more artificial it sounded in her mouth. namine. like it didn't belong to her; her face, her body, her soul. namine. namine. which was funny because her face, her body, her soul… those were the only thing she knew was real, was not artificial. she clung the her idea that those things were what made her real, despite her missing heart.
namine…
not funny ha-ha, but funny weird.
or perhaps not funny at all.
21 august 2008; 2.23 pm
n o t e ;; another wtf fic because im all anxious about school starting and i need to do something to get my mind off of it.