1: Something Here
There is nothing here. Or maybe, there's just me and I am nothing but Nothing. If anything, I'm a broken piece of Sora's soul and here I wait – but for what?
For what? But I can't ask it, there's no one here to hear me. I've broken from Sora's mind, always a piece of him but a piece lost and unable to reconnect and the worst type of existence is my own.
I see what he sees. I hear what he hears but I cannot touch or taste or feel anything that Sora can and I look at hands that aren't my hands grasping something that feels like nothing.
Namine said I'd be complete – but this is an emptiness bigger than before. It is emptiness to know you no longer exist.
If I don't exist, how can I die? Where will I go?
Sora will go to heaven, but where will I go?
Part of me wants the answer but a larger part does not want to know.
When I know, will I know that I know?
Riku and Kairi will go to heaven. I know it as I watch them day after day through eyes that aren't mine. I know it as Sora watches the sun set across Riku's face and as the waves roll against a beach I cannot feel.
Where will Roxas go?
Where has Axel gone? Is he waiting for me in a place where Nothing goes?
One day, Sora just stops. I have been here for eternity and now he lies down and his eyes shut and he stops. Somewhere, I feel something like the anxious cracking of a glass jar that, for so long on the edge, had waited and waited to crash. I open my eyes, my eyes in my body with its own cracks and broken edges to a darkness brighter than the one before.
Where am I? I ask and, conditioned to know there is nothing here, I expect no reply.
There is Nothing here but not the same nothing I've felt before. Nothing replies, This is where Nothing goes to become Something.
And then we are at the tower and Axel is here with his ghost of a smirk and red dashes under green eyes under red, red hair and he pulls my cloak roughly as he pulls me and asks, What took you so long?
Sora has gone to heaven and I know where Roxas has gone. This isn't heaven but I don't really care that there aren't white gates to greet me.
There is Something here.