Light Takes Them Both

by LostBoysWithKeyblades

Both rest their hand carefully on the table, and they see what must begin for life to continue. They are aware now; what's been standing in front of them is clear. Lips move at the same time, with the same words.

The room is filled with cries and laughter, screams and angust. The weight is bringing the two down, crushing their spirits in what little light they have yet. But the room is completely silent, for the mind tortures the soul is ways almost unimaginable. A dark cloak sits at the end of a long white table. The color is shocking against the pale room, as if he could be engulfed at any moment. His light hair brushes past the hood, begging for his eyes to follow. His hands ache, their emptiness curls his slim fingers into a fist that could bring the whole world down in an instant. His blindfold isn't his only weakness, but the heart threatening to be consumed inside of him.
An agile figure resides opposite of him, and she is a symbol of purity. Her delicate eyes trace the paper in front of her, realizing the memory she has just created. Dark and light aligning with each other, their personality blending with a poet's flick of a wrist. She knows what has been told of her, but her white dress and calm personality are only a shadow of what could become. Her fear will eventually destroy her if something is not said.
Both rest their hand carefully on the table, and they see what must begin for life to continue. They are aware now; what's been standing in front of them is clear. Lips move at the same time, with the same words. The pair lift their gaze to one another. A shadow black ribbon falls to the ground, and two blue eyes meet. Their smile says everyting.
With infurruating grace, the figures come together with beauty. Small arms wrap around a shadow, and dark hands dance across a pale girl's cheekbones.
"Namine..." says a whisper, as the dark hood falls, revealing light hair around the young man's face. He traces his hand along her soft pink lips and brushes her hair away from a perfect face. She slightly wraps her fingers on the front of his cloak, almost an act of desperation.

"Riku" she breathes, drinking in his beauty and pain. The boy leans down, and their lips touch contently; a ghost intertwining in nightmares. His body stands protectively over her, for he has fear of losing everything in a second. Darkness and light could never be one.
But as only the poet sees, her light has broken him away from the darkness. Watch, as light takes them both.