If you cannot see what's in front of you, how can you see backwards?
Naminé sadly completed a sketch of a girl she didn't know. The girl was stretched out on the floor of her sandy home, drawing. She was an okay drawer, Naminé reflected. At least she didn't draw stick figures. The girl's hair was brown, almost black, and her eyes were like cocoa dust. She was wearing jeans and a striped yellow t-shirt that looked nice on her. Naminé wished to herself that this girl was real, that she would come out and draw with her and make her smile and laugh.
No such wish was granted.
Naminé hung her head, letting her blonde locks cover her vivid eyes. I can see backwards but not forwards. I can see evil, but not good. I can piece together Sora's memories, but where are mine?
Naminé tore off the page and redrew the same girl, over and over, wishing and wishing, that the girl would come out and draw with her in her white room.
Draw with me! Please!
A tear slipped off Naminé's cheek and onto the paper, blotching Naminé's girl's left eye. Naminé rubbed at it furiously, making the problem worse.
"Crap." Naminé cried. "She's ruined."
"Who's ruined?"
Naminé turned in her chair to see Roxas. "Roxas! It's my drawing friend! I cried and she's ruined!"
Roxas made a 'give me' motion. Naminé handed him the notebook.
"This? She's your drawing friend? She's a picture, Naminé!"
"You don't understand! I'm so lonely! Even you're a figment of my imagination!"
Roxas faded away, making the notebook drop, and Naminé began to cry again. "I'm going crazy! Everything is ruined!"
As Naminé was bending down to get the notebook, tears fell on it's closed peach cover. From those tears came a fine yellow-gold mist. Naminé straightened up abruptly. The mist settled onto the mist and shattered into disappearing, invisible pieces. In the place of the mist lay the girl with cocoa dust eyes.
"Oh!" Naminé squealed.
The girl stood up and looked at Naminé. She picked up the notebook. "Naminé, you're not alone. You have yourself. And me."
Naminé started crying again, but tears of joy this time. "The-thankyou!"
The girl lovingly caressed Naminé's face with an adoring smile. "You're welcome. I'll come out and draw any time you want."
"Thank you so much! What's your name?" Naminé clasped the girl hand, still on her face.
The girl smiled again and started to fade. The notebook clattered noisily to the ground. Her hand fell through Naminé's.
"My name is...Kasou..."
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Didya like it? It's a oneshot about loneliness - Naminé's been cooped up so long, she's started to go nuts. And that girl Kasou is me, 'cept my name ain't Kasou. Anyway, hope you like it. Reviews are appreciated. By the way, Kasou means "imagination" so yes, Naminé's still hallucinating. Eh, as long as she's happy hallucinating.
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