"Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose."
-Kevin Arnold
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Dark.
Lonely.
Cold.
I was drowning.
I tried to cough up the blackness, tried to escape from its cold grasp, but it only choked me further, dragging me deeper and deeper still into its eternal nothing.
Everything around me started to flash, different pictures lighting up my murky mind, but they were all blurry. A smudged sunset, two people laughing, a boy on the ground…
Nothing clicked. Everything simply passed by quickly, barely giving me enough time to register was exactly I was looking at. I forgot my name, my home, my goal, everything, and it was scaring me.
The darkness started to close in again, thicker and more threatening than before, but the pictures kept flashing by. A clock tower, a long blue thing, a yellow 'X', that boy again.
I tried to focus on him, tried to make him more defined, but all I could make out was camouflage pants and wavy hair- the rest was a blur. I saw brown eyes, staring at me, too-big shoes at a door, a camouflage vest on a bed post…
They're getter clearer.
I was happy, so happy that I stopped focusing on the new images. The image became blurry, started to fade…
No!
I looked around for them again, but they were gone. Gone, almost like my hope at this point.
And then a flash.
A simple picture, really, something I wouldn't have seen if I wasn't trying hard enough. It was a boy, the boy, damn it, in front of the sunset, staring off into the distance, thinking. He had the wavy hair and the vest from before…
And those eyes.
Everything flashed back. The insults, the fights, the confession, the kisses, everything about this kid was back in my head, where it belonged.
Except his name.
I tried to find it, but any pictures or flashes of scenes were silent. I sucked at reading lips; I couldn't even tell if he was saying my name.
Warmth started to spread through my hand and up my arm. I could faintly hear someone crying, but I couldn't make out the words the person was saying. The warmth kept moving, though, and then I could feel the blackness leaving my body. I stopped choking and started to breathe normally without any spluttering.
And then the main source of my heat moved from my hand to my torso, grabbing me tightly. Any progress I had made breathing was promptly cut off and suffocated. Didn't the kid know how to hug lightly?
The voice, calling out again. It was chanting the same thing, over and over again. It became clearer every time, lighting the darkness in my vision.
Seifer!
Everything was back now; Twilight Town, the Disciplinary committee, Rai and Fuu, and…
"Hayner."
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"73. Memory" for the 80 points for 80 prompts contest over at CamoBeanie
This is MEANT to be mildly confusing, and it deserves a rbit of an explanation. Ok, so we all know that Seifer's this big tough guy, right? Anyways, there was this invasion of heartless or something and he decided to fight. Stupid move, but whatever. It's Seifer; he's not know for his thinking skills. He's in the process of losing his heart, therefore making him a semi-heartless (or however the heck that's supposed to work) and the initial falling in darkness was that. He then started to fight against it by trying to remember himself (cause he's not pure or whatever like Sora) and his home, then he was about to give up when Hayner started calling out for him. That gave him the strength he needed to remember who and what he was, bringing him back to reality.
Gah I suck at categories! Help, anyone?
Have I ever mentioned I love this pairing?