White Blank
By: Etern
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or affilated characters.
She draws herself a life.
If it can ever even be a life at all.
A pencil trails across the paper, leaving behind lines that would connect, lines that would mesh to ultimately to create a person, a life, a depiction of what is to be.
As she draws, she is God. In control of her own world, of these lives that intersect like tangled thread that can not be undone, overlap and under lap and are pulled tighter and tighter around her, like a blanket, protection.
She draws because it is all she has ever known.
Her story is a blank page, and it is the scribble of others that defines it.
So many souls, searching for a heart, a place to call home.
A boy, wanting only to stay himself, be himself, even though he was from someone else.
A hero, so lost in a labyrinth of white, trying only to find those he loves as he lets himself slip away.
Let's himself sleep.
They all sleep around her, under her vigil eye, under the dull tip of her pencils. They are waiting to come alive.
She fills in the colors, dark and white and all the colors in between.
Black seems to be the most common color—her colored pencil has been sharpened to a stub. So many details, so much to fill in.
But she has the time. She has the time, because she has nothing else. She has the drawing pad, because it is her world.
Paint over the white. Find the light.
You can do it, Namine, only you. You can connect the dots, you can color in those blank holes and make something, you can be something.
Just remember that it won't be for long.
Just remember that pencils can break, that colors can fade.
Eventually, every there can be nothing left but white.
Eventually, every life must end, even those who don't have one in the first place.
Eventually, every sketchbook runs out of paper.
"Good job Namine, it looks lovely."