A/N: Something I wrote on…well, I would call it an anniversary. I guess back then I connected with Roxas, so here is some angsty drabble!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. You're dumb if you think I do.
Numbness.
It's crawling its way out. It's tendrils bring feelings of emptiness throughout. I try not to think. I try not to feel.
My breath catches in my throat and the area over my heart feels like a gap.
No matter what I say, words are just words when I have to confront my demons. If I can't fight this battle on my own. It really isn't a win. More like…
A hollow victory…
No, not even. For, this is one chance where I must stitch together the unmatched pieces; just hoping to make something worthwhile.
Something… to live for.
She told me I should never have existed, but I can't hate her. She simply told me the cold, hard truth. I don't know if I should be feeling pain, or anger, or sorrow. I can't even tell if I'm still living anymore.
No pulse. No reference.
But… no one would miss me anyways.
Memories and Thoughts.
Both the former and the latter are filling my head, but I can't focus on either of them. No one thought is more important than former; and no one memory is lesser the latter.
Confusing? Try experiencing it.
No feelings to guide me, only what he taught me. Yes, in my final moments, I have remembered him. He with the fiery red hair of his.
Naminé told me I wouldn't disappear, but become whole.
Am I not whole now? If so, what do I lack?
Maybe by joining with Sora, I will have answers to my unasked questions.
"Sora… you're lucky. Looks like my summer vacation… is over."
Then, if even at all possible, I succumbed to a greater darkness.
Or, perhaps, is this all a dream?