She sat there, her blond locks curling around her face as she silently drew the pictures that were firing off in her mind. Her legs were crossed, her head bent low as she sketched with the charcoal pencil. She was intent on the drawing at hand, framing the face with swift strokes, adding the silky, flowing hair around the temples and at the shoulders. With a nod, she erased her extra lines and began to add color to the bland white page, her outline complete.

Oiled lines of maroon and red caressed the hair in extraordinary detail and shade, each stroke of the pastel creating a story. Creamy, apricot skin appeared from another drawing tool, and soon, the picture was taking form. Pinks, blacks, and blues could be hinted in various places as the girl moved her delicate hand over the parchment, creating a masterpiece. The icy blue of the bright eyes, the dark pink of the dress, and the black of its hood. All were captured in minuet detail behind a pale blue and white background, the absence of color behind giving the illusion of clouds. Everything matched. Everything was perfect.

But "she" wasn't there.

No, the girl who's face appeared in the picture, she was impossible to reach. The blond would never be able to face her maroon twin again, forever locked inside the teen. She wouldn't ever be able to escape her heart, and was destined to stay there, no matter what effort was made to free her. After all, she was the other girl's second half. Without her, she would be missing a part of herself. So it was only reasonable the blond girl be returned to whence she came.

But it hurt. She missed her. She had made her happy when they had met at that castle. But now, she'd never be able to play with her again. There would be no girlish talks, no secret swapping, no bond she wanted to be more. Her dreams were impossible and destined to fall and shatter to pieces, but she couldn't help her wishes for them to become reality.

Across the white room, a tiny door opened, and the blond girl's head shot up from the spiral-bound sketchbook, her eyes wide and searching. From behind the door, two long pairs of legs carried a girl in, maroon hair in color and bright blue eyes. And the always present permasmile. The expression the blond had always wished to see again.

"Kairi?"

Slowly, the teen walked across the room, coming before the shocked blond, sitting in her white chair with her sketchbook threatening to fall from her lap. Kairi bent a little from the waist, took her slender hand, and raised it to the blonde's shoulder, laying it over the strap to her tiny white dress, almost as if she was a mother comforting her frightened child. She stared, and grinned at her twin, her face the personification of purity. She was glad.

"Namine…" she whispered, and cupped her hand underneath the other's chin, raising her head a tiny fraction of an inch.

"Aishiteru, Namine," she mouthed silently as she moved her head forward and laid her ruby lips upon her twin's own.

Namine was brought to tears.

Her dreams were finally brought into reality.