Privacy
For the first time in years, the white curtains were pushed open, letting the everlasting twilight stream through the large window.
"There, now, isn't that much better?" Naminé asked. She looked over at Roxas, who nodded. He looked about the room, surprised by the change the light from the sunset had wrought upon the "White Room." Its walls were painted in shades of sunlight and shadow; the table and chairs made of gold. Even the drawings on the walls seemed to have a little more color in the dying light.
Roxas smiled at the girl next to him, brushing a strand of gold from her face and tucking it gently behind her ear. As he leaned in to kiss her, she briefly wished that she'd never asked to open the curtains—they'd have so much more privacy with them closed.
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Themes to go:
Uniform
Embrace
Rumour
Argument
Milk
