secretly wondering what she's like.
her eyes are searching, wondering 'who are you?' but she doesn't seem to see.
it's me, I'm Roxas but she doesn't seem to hear.
/
'we're not supposed to exist' she's reaching out a hand, broken and needy but he can't. he can't.
halfs are just halfs and he is nothing.
'no, you won't disappear!'
you're wrong, he thinks as she starts to cry, you're wrong because two zeros have never ever equaled a one.
/
it's quiet outside but in his mind there are so many faces swirling around, so he shuts his eyes. tight.
the spinning portraits stop on only one.
'promise you'll come back to me'
I promise, he whispers but it isn't him speaking and it isn't him promising.