By Lovely Angel Holic
This story is a small drabble (although that is up to change, based on feedback) of Namine's POV. I've seen many stories where Roxas leaves Namine for Axel, in some sort of whilrwind romance. While I am a big fan of Akuroku, I wanted to explore Namine's side of the story. I really enjoy Namine as a charecter- unlike Kairi, she is conscious of the decisions that surround her. I feel that if she was in a failing relationship, Namine would protect her children- she has a strong maternal vibe.
The night wasn't young- it was one o'clock, as she laid in her bed, reading quietly. The two children were already fast asleep, tired of waiting for their father. Namine glanced up at the clock. 1:05...later than usual. Waiting for Roxas to come home was a tiring affair.
This is not love.
It wasn't love. That part was for sure. The relationship between Namine and Roxas, just before they got married, hardly counted as friendship. But as everyone began pairing up with each other - Olette and Pence, Rai and Fuu, Sora and Kairi (although she had heard some interesting things between Sora and Riku)- it was only natural for her and Roxas to join together. She had to keep reminding herself- Namine, its not love.
Love was deep in the night, whispering sweet nothings. Love was breakfast in bed with the significant other. Love was...vibrant. Real, filled with color and passion.
This is not what love feels like.
This was bleak. Empty- she hardly every saw Roxas anymore, even though they were married. They vowed to be together, but their was never any spark that tied them. They said hello to each other in the morning. She made him breakfast and took care of this kids, while he took off for work. The facade of a classic family life, finished with a white picket fence.
But Namine knew that wasn't what she wasn't completely in ruin- there was love, infinite love to their children, aptly named Hikari and Haru- but not love between Namine and Roxas. The two sweet children born on the eve of their anniversary.
Hikari had all her father's genes. Never gave up without a fight, she was wild and vivacious. She insisted in running and laughing and dancing. Haru had her genes- quiet and self assured, smart, with a artistic edge. Good kids she thought. But they were so curious.
Mommy, where is Daddy at dinner if he isn't with us?
Mommy, why don't we ever see Daddy?
Mommy, how come Daddy leaves?
Namine tried- she really did- to cover up his tracks to her children. Her children- the light and joy of her life, and the reason she is still here.
Her children didn't understand why mommy and daddy didn't hold hands, or hug like other parents. They just assumed it was the way it was supposed to be.
They didn't realize that their father was only coming home at 1:30 every night, smelling like the dance floor, cigarettes, and axe male body spray, with an occasionally long red hair on his clothes, and a small love bit under his collarbone. They didnt know that he wobbled into the house every night, walk his children's rooms, and kiss them goodnight, before collapsing in the guest house, acting as if she didn't exist. They were even unaware that Roxas and Namine had not slept in the same bed since two years. They didn't know what their parents shared wasn't love.
But that was fine, because they didn't need to know. Namine was determined- she may have lost her husband, and she may not have the love she wanted, but she will protect her children.