Naminé: I knew these were dying moments..but I...I didn't want to see.
"Hey," Naminé whispers, curling up into herself. "When is Roxas going to be back? I miss him..."
"He'll be back soon."
The voice speaks strongly—like there wasn't a doubt hindering his mind. To little Naminé, it was the most re-assuring thing she'd heard in a while. The other boy, Axel, she didn't know very well. But she knew that him and her brother were always hanging around with each other, so she could trust him.
"...Can.. can you, um.." She fumbled over her words, struggling to form a coherent sentence. She drew her knees up to her chest further, hoping that she could maybe disappear. It was dark, and she hated the dark. She hated the dark and she hated the shadows and she hated how everything seemed to jump around, like something was lurking there and was waiting for the right time to spring out and attack her.
But Naminé didn't have to finish the question, because Axel was already scooting beside her and slinging one arm around her, and leaning her close to him. It was the first time they'd been so close, since she usually hovered behind Roxas when the three of them were together. But she liked this feeling. Axel smelled like cinnamon, and he was warm. She believed that he would burn away any shadows that would try and swallow her up.
"You'll be okay, Kid. You know how Roxas is sometimes. He gets caught in his own little world when he decides to go out by himself."
Naminé likes the sound of his voice, too. It's rough in a gentle sort of way, like crisp air meeting the heat of a fireplace. Big brother Axel was nice, too. She was glad that he was her brother's friend.
Naminé's eyes open, and her mouth opens soundlessly as thought she was ready to scream. But no sound ever came, and the only noise in the dark room was the hushed breathing of her brother, who was sleeping beside her.
She smiles, but even to her groggy mind it feels stale on her lips. She knows this is nothing but an imitation of normalcy.
But ignoring her thoughts, she curls back up and snuggles against his back, and allows her eyes to close and drift herself back to sleep. If Roxas felt her, she didn't know. He didn't make a sound.