Notions

By Christine Lennoire

VI. Notions on Indecision and Open Space

Zexion woke up, feeling his hair being gently stroked. There was a breath, slow and gentle, on his face. He sat up carefully so he wouldn't disturb the sleeping nobody. It didn't even take a second for him to realize the truth of the situation. And frightened, the younger boy panicked and hurried out into the halls. For once, he just needed to get away – he didn't care if he was running away... he needed to rebuild the boundaries.

All his life, he had decided to remain distant – unsure of himself, and the truth. Now, his experiment brought him closer than ever to discovering what he needed to find out, and he was too scared. This closeness would destroy the walls of ice and force him to either believe in these things that felt like feelings, or dismiss all feelings as lies – just like Xemnas always told them they were.

Still, he couldn't decide. He was stuck in the middle of bliss and disaster, and he wanted to go back but he just kept running. It's the only thing he knew to do, ever since he was little, he'd been running away from things like this – feelings that seemed so real, and yet – were non-existing in his world. There was no going back, so he had to come up with some answer. But his mind had just shut down.

For the whole night, he had let the walls melt, and his feelings ruled his life, his actions, his mind, and his soul, if there was such a thing... everything. Now the truth of all of this came back to haunt him. He believed in it – every second of what happened last night had been what he had been waiting for all his life, though it took him so long to realize it. But he still couldn't decide whether to let himself give in, or to leave things as they were.

There were pros and cons, but either way – he had to go back. Either way, he had to tell Demyx something. When he slipped back into the room, the nobody was still sleeping. But this time, Zexion took note of the paper in his other hand – the hand that had not been touching his hair. He slipped over and took it from him as carefully as he could.

Everything was there. And Zexion smiled. He was making Demyx act like him. That thought changed everything. He frowned. "Don't be like me... please. You are young and alive and unfrozen. You have some semblance of a life to live. I am a hollow shell... but... I've made my decision." he said, slipping back into bed. He ripped up the piece of paper and threw it onto the floor beside his bed.

Everything was about to change... but Zexion decided he was tired of running. His notions could wait... he was going back to sleep...

Yes, very sweet ending. I myself particularly liked the ending. Tell me what you think. Please review! Food and drink in the review lounge! Please help yourself while sending me a few words of encouragement, advice, praise... whatever. thank you!

Christine Lennoire