Hello! Yuna here, back after a long time gone. I'm trying to get back on track and really am trying to improve my writing. I just wrote out this short little Roxas/Namine ficlet (so angsty hehe). I hope you all like it, please review for me so I can have feedback as to what I can improve etc. Thanks for reading!
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His nights are restless, and I know it is because of me. I feel his frustration as he tosses and turns, body refusing to get any sleep. My fault, it is my fault but if it was me who was the original, and he the nobody trapped inside unable to look upon her properly it would be the same, his restless mind keeping my body from sleep. My eyes, whether real or not are wide open and he shuts his forcefully fighting against my insomnia. I would apologize if I could, but it wouldn't help there's nothing I can do about it.
The last time I looked at her, I mean really was able to see her, just before that last battle she said to me "So long as Sora and Kairi are together..." and true to Kairi's word she and Sora were together every day since. For me, for us, it is not the same. Sure, they are happy, if it weren't for me Sora would be resting pleasantly with a grin on his face. Kairi, I look into her eyes through his but unlike him I look right past them to try and find her, it takes a moment or two, but she is always there. I see her face, smiling, the face I've been unable to stop thinking of since the first time I saw it. Beautiful is not the correct word, although she is, it is something about her eyes, her soul...
What am I saying what soul? Who is she but a nobody, just as I am. Like me, she has no soul, no heart. We are empty. We are nobodies
So then what is this that I feel each time Kairi comes near, what remains of Namine deep beneath her skin, how is it that I feel and yet have no heart? Sora. It is because of Sora, I feel the way he feels when he looks at Kairi. Could it really be just his feelings passing through me? It still won't explain the way he cannot sleep at night, these are my restless nights.
Part of me wants him awake, I want him awake with me so I don't have to exist here alone in my thoughts of her. It is possible if he is disturbed enough he might get up, he might find her, find them both. What I wouldn't give to be able to reach out my hand, just the way he does, and touch her.
Someday, Namine, through these feelings that I can't help but believe are my own, I will find a way, your hand, your face I dream of the day I can reach out and touch you.
