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There was a girl. She lived in a white room while living in her own fairytale, until one day; she woke up and found reality.
She was a witch that messed with people's memories. She was a nobody that didn't exist in anyone's heart. She was a weak person that did whatever she was told. She couldn't keep living her happy life with him.
Her fingers brushed along the walls; her blue eyes fixated on all the pictures. All the memories.
She started to taken them all down. Slowly, at first, before she speed up. Eventually she was ripping them from the walls, leaving behind bits of memories that were incomplete.
She couldn't handle it anymore. She didn't want to take away someone else's real, happy memories for her own selfish desires. She didn't want the trust he had in her, the guilt that was eating her alive or the twisted happiness she got from not being alone anymore. She didn't want any of it!
He had been so happy to see his 'close friend'. He didn't even know all his memories were fake. Didn't know all his trust and happiness belong to someone else; someone with red hair and a heart. It had been a good thing, at the time.
Her feet scuffed the tiled floor as she made her way over to her sketchpad. She was going to give it all back. The real memories, the real happiness, the real friend, everything; even if it meant she had to be alone again.
Her pencil moved swiftly over the blank paper. Each stroke rushed and sloppy so she could get it over with before she changed her mind. When the door opened she didn't even glance in the intruder's direction.
"Starting new?" a familiar voice drawled. Namine's eyes snapped up and took in the fact that he was in her room again. His scrutinizing stare was on all the pictures scattered over the floor. "Or do you just not want to look at what you've done?" he smirked. She decided it would be best to ignore him and her eyes fell back to her sketchbook.
"Silent treatment?" he asked after minutes of silence. Namine continued to ignore the spiky haired Organization member. Instead she focused on her drawings, linking each memory so that Sora would have his memories once again. Axel walked around the room with his hands behind his back; rudely stepping all over her artwork.
His gaze stayed glued on the ground as he soaked in all her pictures, not knowing that Sora's memories would be returning soon.
Another flip of the page, another memory link restored. The drawings were hideous; nothing compared to her usual work, but she knew they would suffice. An invisible clock ticked, Axel left and Namine kept drawing.
She'd get hell for doing what she was doing. Heck; she'd probably even get killed for ruining the plan. She didn't really care. When her last drawing was finished she closed her sketchbook and sighed. Sora wasn't hers anymore. The happiness and trust would be given to the rightful person.
It wasn't her fairytale anymore.
By morning they'd find out and her life as a heartless nobody would be over. Contrary to popular belief someone could die even if they didn't have a heart. She knew that was her destiny.
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People always thought that what she drew always came true. If that was true than she'd have already drawn a happy ending for herself.
fin.