As She Draws…
It's been merely a month since Naminé convinced Sora to finally sleep in his egg-shaped pod-alongside Donald and Goofy-in order to retrieve their lost faded memories. However, the artistic witch began to doubt herself and the abilities she possessed. She became uncertain and almost hesitant as she soon realized all too well-that to remember was to forget and to forget was to remember. She will soon become a single memory that the young Keyblade bearer will forget. After all, she was never meant to exist in his memories in the first place; such was the life of a Nobody-a strange one, in fact. She should've known, from the very start-that it would be incredibly difficult to detach herself from the bright warmth of this child of Light.
Living in a world of darkness-where men and women in dark leather cloaks and weapons of sheer terror-stalked and killed anything that had a Heart, more specifically-a Heart of Light-the very same group that watched over her shoulder like lions in a den watching over their prey-they were known as the elite group-Organization XIII. Their main goal was to obtain this Light as it is essential for those without Hearts, without feelings-they are labeled as the "Nobodies'.
She was in her white drawing room, sitting uncomfortably in her chair placed at the edge of the long glass table; the same exact place where she used to sit idly in her prison, back at Castle Oblivion. This was so she could watch those who entered and left her sight; a sort of safety precaution- a defense mechanism.
She looked down at her blank piece of notebook paper, and closed it carefully-afraid that Sora's memories would crinkle and shred apart by her very own hands if she stared at them for too long. She did not want that to happen again.
She clutched her notebook to her chest tightly and let out a weary sigh.
"How much longer can I hold my tears in?"
Drawing Sora's memories back together, seemed like a one year challenge for Naminé. She knew that if she failed, she would never be able to keep her promise to see his face again. Guilt sprang in her conscience as she imagined those sky blue eyes turn a dull pale gray-due to her not being able to weave together his real memories.
"No! I must stay true to my word!" She violently shook her light blonde head; willpower rising up higher and higher. "No matter what-I may not have a Heart, but I know that friendship will conquer all!" She hurriedly flipped open her notebook again, with her usual colored pencils in hand-and began to draw furiously-her eyebrows furrowed together from angst.
Determination filled her ocean eyes as she wiped away her tears of resolve.
"I will not give up! Now, it's my turn to save you…Sora."
The window let in a breezy gust of a late summer wind as moonlight swept in, indicating that another full moon was here to stay. Naminé smiled and knew that someday soon-their destiny will allow them to meet once more-just like Sora had promised.