A/N: I don't have time for a author's note today, gahhhh... Updating late because I just got home from seeing The Hunger Games!
A pencil scratched across paper, which stirred as a sigh escaped from the artist's mouth.
An older girl, busy dusting the furnishings, looked up and inquired, "Naminé?"
The sketcher, dressed in pristine white, appeared startled, as if pulled out of a daydream. A ray of sunlight fell on her sketchpad, revealing a portrait of two vague, shadowy figures. The sun set over gray dust; two figures embraced.
"Oh-" the white-clad girl whispered timidly, "It's nothing, A-Aqua."
The older girl paused, then decided it was none of her business.
Naminé pulled a white rose from a vase on the table, breathing in its scent.
