A/N: Just a short little Kingdom Hearts drabble fic I wrote at one in the morning. Thanks to those that helped fix this up; you know who you are. Anyways, hope you enjoy! Don't forget to leave a review!

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Kingdom Hearts II or anything affiliated with it. All rights belong to Square Enix, Disney, and other big shot companies. I don't even own a copy of the game…

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All That Remains

By: Hoshiko Shinomori

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A Nobody…one without a heart, unable to feel or to even exist. We are those that shouldn't be; empty shells, we are all that remain.

Nobodies…nothings. Why are we here?

Even a Nobody, like me, can become a somebody. I truly want to believe in that. Desperately hopeful, I cling to that thought.

But, if by becoming a somebody I lose my real self, is that really worth it? Then again, I was never real to begin with…

I see the world through my eyes, I breathe the same air, I laugh, I cry, and yet…you say I'm not real? If I'm not real, then what am I? A dream? More like a sick twisted nightmare. Am I an illusion?

Nobodies aren't supposed to have hearts. If that's so…then why do I feel? If I really had no heart, wouldn't I hurt less? Maybe if I erased more of myself, deleted these memories of being, would the pain lessen?

I just don't understand. Why has the world turned its back on us? What have we ever done? And…if we weren't meant to be, then why are we still here? Why do people become Nobodies in the first place? There has got to be a purpose for us, otherwise why would we be created?

This pain, this sadness, it's all too much to bear. Isn't there any place we belong? A world just for those people like me? The reality however is this: there is no place for us. We are outcasts in every way. All we have is each other and "The World That Never Was." We're not even granted our own real world.

Who decided what "real" was anyways? I'm here, aren't I? Isn't that enough? But it's not and it never will be.

I'm broken, only half a being. Wishing to be complete, is that so wrong? However, not wanting to disappear, is that wrong too? But you can't have it both ways. Reality is a cold, cruel thing. In the end though, these thoughts mean little. I cannot change the facts, cannot become something I'm not. All I'm left with is needless heartache, confusion, and pain.

Perhaps it's best that I do not truly exist…