YAY FOR SONGFICS!! well, aaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, the song is "Imaginary" by Evanescence. I love that song and I think it fits Namine perfectly. Um... MARLUXIA PWNS... ROXAS PWNS... NAMINE NEEDS TO NOT BE A NOBODY NO MORE... heh heh... ignore that... JUST READ THE STORY ALREADY Paper Flowers
I linger in the doorway… Our alarm clock screaming… Monster's calling my name… Let me stay… Where the wind will whisper to me… Where the raindrops, as they're falling, tell a story…
I stood at the window of my white room, looking out at Roxas and his friend… I think his name is Pence. They were staring up at my window. I saw Roxas and smiled. I wanted to talk to him, but I knew I didn't have enough power left in me to stop time again so we could talk. He had to come here.
"My, my, Nami Dear. What are you up to now? You're not luring that little urchin here, are you?"
I whipped around at the voice. No… not Marluxia. I felt anger rise inside of me. "He's not an urchin!"
Marluxia grinned smugly. "Namine, when did you get so bold?" His honey-sweet tone of his voice was sickening.
Don't say I'm out of touch… With this rampant chaos - your reality… I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge… The nightmare I built my own world to escape…
Marluxia grabbed my arm, yanking me toward a portal that had appeared. "Well, if you're going to be so insolent I suppose I'll just have you tear apart Sora's memories. How does that sound?"
I pulled, trying to break free, but I couldn't. "No! I don't want to hurt Sora! I don't want to hurt anyone!"
Out of nowhere Marluxia's scythe appeared. He pressed it to my neck, a trickle of blood spilling down where he had pressed a little too hard. "My darling, Namine," he began, a wolfish grin on is face, "You have no choice."
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming… Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights… Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming… The goddess of imaginary light…
I drew for Marluxia. I drew false memories to plant in Sora's head. I drew scenes with us together in a place I had never been to. I changed the shape of the lucky charm that was given to him. With each stroke of my crayon I felt pain lance my heart. I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to hurt Sora.
I looked at my drawings. There were flowers and trees and water and people… but they were paper nothing more. Soon, however, they would be paper memories.
In my field of paper flowers… And candy clouds of lullaby… I lie inside myself for hours… And watch my purple sky fly over me…
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