AN: Not my characters - I just borrow them.
I dry my tears again, so they won't be noticed if anyone enters the room. Not that they will, today; I've been told what to do already. I pull my wandering attention back to the drawing in front of me. This is the one that will make the dark haired boy forget his friends, the silver haired boy and the redheaded girl. It's only half-finished. Until I complete it, I can't use it to alter his memories, and theirs, too. All three of them will be affected by this. I can't bring myself to finish it. This wasn't what I was meant to do.
But, if I wasn't meant to do this, then what was I meant to do? I wouldn't exist if it weren't for that girl in the picture – Kairi, her name is. Sometimes I can hear her thoughts, and she just wants everything to be normal again. What she really wants is to go home.
I want that, too. But where is home? I don't have one. I'm a Nobody – I only exist because of her. I don't know where I belong, if I even belong anywhere.
I hide my feelings from those around me. We aren't meant to have feelings, and I don't think they do. Then, I guess that means there's something wrong with me. A Nobody that's broken inside.
Suddenly disgusted, I tear up the drawing I've been working on. My life, no, my existence is worthless, but I won't ruin theirs. Somebody deserves to be happy. I hope Kairi finds her way home.
AN: Another Naminé-centric angst fic. Reviews are good, so click the button.