Namine was always so soft, so nice, so frail. He loved being around her. She reminded him of a healthier, more stable version of Dulcinea.
Perhaps that was a bad comparison. Namine was sweet and kind. Whereas Dulcinea was the type to be horny for revenge and vocalize it. Maybe it would be better to say Namine gave off the vibes that Dulcinea gave before one really got to know the cancer ridden nurse.
Ventus loved being around her though. So nice and calming. She'd draw and reassure him of everything. She was always so safe.
Even when everyone would pick on him for being deaf, crazy, and otherwise unstable, she'd be there, in the art room drawing calmly. It hurt that she saw people pick on him and isolate him on...were they good days or bad days? He couldn't tell which was worse, the verbal assaults or the silent ones. But still, she'd never step in to stop them. She'd merely take care of him and talk to him in her kind and timid tone. It was always so alluring that he'd nearly forget she stood by and watched.
After so long of it though, and her being friends passively with his tormentors, he began to wonder though, was she truly an ally? Or was she a wolf in sheep's clothing? A spy for the other side.
She couldn't be. She was too nice.
But then she started talking to him less and less, just about ignoring him unless he sought her out himself. Even then she'd never indulge him in casual chatter. She'd only give him the time of day if he was hurting which was distressing, but he tried to get by it.
The thought that she wasn't true kept coming up though. The more he thought about Seifer and Roxas. The more he saw her with them. It became so hard to keep down. So suffocating that he went to ask about it. Maybe if she confirmed to him that she meant him no harm after all, he'd be alright.
But then why'd she sound so tired and annoyed to be talking to him?
What was it? What was it?
Distress. That's what it was. He was distressed. He wanted to run. His mind was working. Overworking itself. Nothing made sense. It was static. He had to be free.
He'd run away, his chest shrinking and expanding with each breath, sucking in precious air when he finally stopped. He ended up calling her a bad friend and leaving the friendship, but it burned. It burned so much.
She was always so nice to him. Used to be, but why'd she stop suddenly. She'd called him toxic and deserving of his demise. Was that really what she said though? Or was he making it up? He couldn't tell, but he was suddenly very jealous of his brother's suicide attempt.
Author's note: Well I was going to end this fic, then I lost my friend because I thought she was a spy and she wouldn't answer my questions and just kept getting more annoyed and done with me so.
Also my brother tried to commit suicide today, so he's in the hospital and that's just awesome. Everything's going great.
I dunno what to think about my friend. All my other friends say I'm better off without her, but she was always so nice to me when no one else was. So comforting. She just stopped though. The only time she'd talk to me then was if I was distressed, blatantly ignoring every other attempt I made for casual, but she remarked that I was upset with her every month. How am I supposed to not be paranoid of someone that just watched me get bullied and gaslighted while doing nothing more than staying friends with the people as if condoning it. I get that it's bad to make your friends choose people, but I was always so uncomfortable about that. I just wanted to talk to her about it and maybe get her to say it was fine, but she was annoyed instead.
My brother's a whole other story that I probably shouldn't tell. I did see it coming though because he's been depressed for a while but refuses to get meds when he's bipolar, refuses to go to a doctor, and ignores every attempt we made so I'm not sure what else we can do. I want to help him, but I really don't know how. I don't even know how to help myself.
It's just so hard. Life is apparently just about losing everyone around you, and I can't stand it.