It shouldn't have happened.

Why did it happen?

Lips brushing, seeking warmth before clamping onto each other.

Needing, seeking, wanting.

Another's company, whether it was unholy or not.

It was true narcissism as the mirror gazed into the reflected eyes before catching lips again, passionately, showing my shattered, abused mind that I did too have a heart, even if I was falsely made of patchwork pieces.

Real fingers moved along synthetic flesh locked away beneath skin tight cloth…a barrier, to prevent our true meeting.

He took no time to lift me, -the doll- up, carefully, as if I was made of glass, before finding a way to free me.

Away, the second-skin fell and soon porcelain flesh met icy air…

His eyes hungrily took in the flesh, enjoying each curve…it was soft as silk, something appreciated…

It was then he noticed the pink raising onto my cheeks, the mimicked cheeks that mirrored his own.

He leaned back before his rose-petal lips upturned into an angelic smile…

"We don't have to tonight. I just want to be with you."

He pulled up more comfortable clothing; plaid pajamas and a cotton top that were eagerly taken and snuggled into when put on.

They smelled like him…cologne and happiness and….

And…

He wrapped his arms tight around my waist, pulling me adoringly against his body…he was strong, warm, and I took the open invitation and stayed close, together, safe…

Did I dare say, he smelled like…like…love? Admiration?

He wanted to be with me.

Me, a dirty pawn, a horrible mistake, a broken replica...

Not Sora but Me...

Moments like this…

They shouldn't happen.

Why did they happen?

I like them.

And you know what?

I…

I think…

I think I might love him.

No.

I know I love him.