A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, A92 – write a fic with at least two dividers.
Impossible to Remember, Impossible to Forget
It was always impossible to save her, but that didn't stop the despair that clung to him after his failure.
It never would. Even after he forgot. Even after her existence had been, so seamlessly, removed from the world.
Even after he could no longer recall her name. Or her face.
But there was some part of a heart that didn't exist that remembered.
When he first saw her face.
The final thread of this…someone…he had failed to save.
.
She was Namine. Like him, without a heart. But different.
Somehow, somewhere, they were connected.
When he saw her for the first time, she reminded him of things he'd forgotten.
Things that were so important to him, but he still couldn't remember.
Even when her eyes flickered to a drawing on her wall: him – he didn't know why but he knew it was him – and that red-haired man that chased him…and a girl in black –
He didn't remember that girl in black at all, but still his heart wailed at the sight of her.
.
Namine was gone. And so was he. Two Nobodies that belonged to hearts. Two Nobodies that returned to those hearts.
Inside the void, he could feel her presence – and something else as well. A rope that connected them. A presence in that rope. Memories…and something else as well. Or, maybe, it was just sad memories that made him both happy and sad.
What sort of tears were they? He wondered…tears of joy or tears of sadness that sunk into the river they cried? But he did know there was something he had lost, something the recent happenings couldn't return. It wasn't Namine. He had her back now. Nor was it the emptiness of his soul, or the friends he'd made in those seven days…that summer vacation.
Even Axel had returned. Or Lea, he said his name was. Through Sora, he could feel. That passion, that love that had driven him. He too ached for something they couldn't recall.
That something they would perhaps never recall.
But also never forget.