Sounds of White
By: Etern
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or Namine, who would be the perfect daughter.
There is only one sound, the dull sound of crayons going over paper, leaving behind a scrawling mess that would twist, form, shape into anything she wanted. In this white room, on this white paper, she was God.
She created as much as she destroyed, the color of black thick in her hand, layering on the paper, covering the white. So many things to create… So many things that she could never have.
Love was such an intricate thing in life. It could destroy as much as it could heal, it could turn a man mad as much as it could make him feel again. Love, such a simple word, such an infinite word. Four letters to describe a relationship that would never break; four letters for the ultimate sacrifice.
She loved love as much as she hated it.
It was so easy to draw, when she thought of it. A simple red heart showed it all. She had colored a heart so many times now, traced the two curves, hit the place where they met. Hearts were so easy to draw to her, that it made her wonder sometimes how it was that she didn't have one.
There are time when she forgot, sitting in her white room. Sometimes as she stares down at her finished work she forgets that none that she draws can ever reach her. God was for others, God did not save anything for Himself. So her hearts?
They were just drawings, ready to be cast aside under the infinity of another sheet of white.
There is two sounds now, blending together. The sounds of crayons, always trailing across paper, and the broken sobs that followed.
There is never the sound of a heartbeat in this white hell.