It was a cold, dreary morning. One of the ones I'd normally hate. But under these circumstances, I could not find it in me to hate. For this morning I knew would be my last. The one where I'd give it my all but it wouldn't matter anyways. Just a show that no one would watch or care about.
The rain drops fell heavily upon my streaked windowpane as I sat on my blue duvet covered bed; staring into the bleak morning that had always befallen on the World That Never Was. I felt as if my world was frozen as I sat there, listening to the drops fall softly.
I wish it had.
Today was to be my last 'existing' day. I was chosen to go on a mission I knew I would not come back from. That mission was to go and fight that keybearer. The one who had already taken out a lot of our more stronger members. I was not as strong as say Marluxia nor defiantly Lexeaus. I was more of a care-free, calm, non-physical being. I knew I could not win. But woe is me; I cannot feel pity for myself. Not that I could feel anything else, emotional wise. Although, I have always felt like us, nobodies could feel emotions. That we did have hearts. We were just too wrapped up in trying to 'find' them that we did not look at the bigger picture or the smaller details. Or… Maybe we did know…
At that thought I glanced out of my raindrop splattered window and took notice to the withdraw of ferociousness in the wet weather, and took that as my cue to go. I took one last solemn look around my bedroom I would never see again, and drew a dark portal to Hollow Bastian; the place that would become my burial grounds.
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I dropped my sitar in defeat. The keybearer had won.
As the black void of emptiness started to swallow me up, I let out an anguished cry. I knew today would be my last day, but unavoidable as it was I took a last look at the unfamiliar sky that crossed each world.
I dropped to my knees and clasped my head as the last of me disappeared.
And the tombstone that marked the existence of the 'Melodious Nocturne' faded to red and crumbled.