The Story of a Nobody

My name seemed to be the only thing that felt real to me. In my past, if that's what you'd call it, my life seemed to be perfect. Now, I remember nothing. Not that I didn't remember it, I didn't want to remember it. This place was empty, and the rooms filled with no signs of light or hope. We lived in this place. To remember the one lie that lived with all of us...

We were alone. We didn't exist. We were nobodies.

There was a time where I wanted to be real. A time where I got a little obsession with messing around with someone else's life. His name was Sora. I drew out his adventures and all of his friends. When I met him he seemed nice and happy. He made the room get brighter and exciting. He smiled and looked over at me.

"Hello Namine."

That was the exact moment I fell in love with him.