Disclaimer:..I do not..in any way..own Kingdom Hearts..I swear
Warnings:..erm..possible spoilers..maybe slight Roxas/Namine depending on how you look at it.
Summary: The paper was her only friend..untill Roxas..and then she found she really didn't need it anymore. Small 250 word drabble on Namine and her drawings.
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The paper was her only friend, the pictures upon it her only comfort. When she drew the lines with the ease of practice, and carefully shaded in the pictures she wasn't anywhere else but in the picture, and in the picture was a haven. In the picture, she was somebody. When Namine drew the pictures in her sketchbooks, she belived, if just for a secound, that maybe things were different. They listened, and even if they didn't reply, it was enough. For a nobody wanting to be somebody, her only friend was her only salvation, her only hope. It was the reason she kept not existing, the flow of lines on the pure white paper. She'd never stop drawing, if she wasn't a nobody.
A nobody. They didn't exist, because they weren't supposed to exist. The shells left behind when the heart leaves a body and a soul, thats all they were. Nobodies weren't supposed to have emotions, feelings. Then why did she feel so guilty about Sora? ..They have no rights..Nobodies are nothing..Then why can they still feel the sadness..the pain..the desperation..
Maybe its not in the heart..maybe it never was..but she was still nobody..She was nobody's nobody, and all she had were the whispers and her sketchings. Untill Roxas. And then, she really didn't need her sketchbooks and pencils anymore.
After that, she was still as much a nobody..but she was sombodies nobody.