Sketches
I stared blankly at the once blank page in front of me, now it was a sketch. Another one, without a doubt, I'll draw another one again. I gave a heavy sigh, it wasn't the first time. Biting my lower lip, I quickly flipped the page of my notebook. Resting my chin in my palms I tried thinking of something less… painful. True, I was a nobody, but… wait, I was whole now. I was simply a part of Kairi. I felt feelings and emotions now.
How do I feel now?
Lonely. It's not even the right word, before when I was a nobody, at least I saw him… Now? I see Sora, not Roxas. I don't even exist; I'm just a small fragment of Kairi, like Roxas is of Sora. Why couldn't I be whole? It really is painful, knowing that you don't even exist, while you feel pain and you feel broken. True, once a year, I get to see the real Roxas, not being Kairi and talking to Sora… But like in old times. But it was only for a while, then back to this prison… What was my prison? Well, it's darkness… My table was in the middle. It was the only thing I could keep. My pens, crayons, markers were in different corners, along with different notebooks.
Roxas, my brain was literally flooded with him, true, I was happy for Kairi and Sora. But why couldn't I be happy instead? It was egoistic from my side, but I couldn't help it. All nobodies end like this… we have no happy ends. I should be glad, that I get to see Roxas at least once a year. Ending my thoughts on that note, I opened the sketch that I finished, a while ago. Smiling I looked at the sketch of me and a smiling Roxas sitting on the clock of Twilight Town, even if it couldn't happen… Why can't I dream about it?