Stuff from my old account... Moving stuff I liked over here.
Warning, not the best quality (quite old) -but I was learning and I still find this kinda cute. Alternatively, I needed to balance the m/m.
Anyway, enjoy -as usually critique is encouraged.
She always feels so guilty slipping into these memories; even if by default they belong to her She always feels so guilty slipping into these memories; even if by default they belong to her -she doesn't belong- but she goes anyway.
The island is so full of colour and life in contrast to the bleak, lifeless white of Oblivion.
The people are just memories but sometimes she just wants to forget that -just pretend for once she is a real girl with her own friends, hopes, and dreams; her own life.
She pretends they are her friends instead of Kairi's, and sometimes she can almost forget that they are just 'her' memories –that she's jealous of Kairi having been real- that she's just pretending.
Namine finds she likes Selphie.
She, the little make-believe girl who is what Demyx makes people believe he is.
But Namine doesn't like Demyx, Demyx is just a pretender; like a nobody pretends to be human -he pretends to be everything else that he isn't- like she pretends the memory is real.
Namine thinks she would like to meet the real Selphie -even is they could never be together like this- even if it was only for a moment.
When she finds herself falling for the memory, she knows she has gone too far.
She knows she need to stop seeing her sugar-sweet little memory girl.
She let their lips touch before saying good bye and letting the illusion fade.
If she ever leaves this place; she knows she would like to visit the island -it seems like such a hopeless dream as Marluxia has her weave his webs... Sora cannot resist being pulled along, walking fearlessly straight into the trap. She can't help feeling guilty -she knows she is- but she doesn't know if she feels worse about this, or Kairi, or Vexen's poor little doll boy.
She doesn't think she'll ever leave but if she ever leaves this place; she knows she would like to visit the island, just to see the real one; even if she could never talk to her, touch her -kiss her- she'd just like to see her, if only for a moment.