Touching the illusion
He had always wondered how long his happy little relationship would hold. At the back of his mind, something was always nagging at him, telling him that in the end it could never really work out. She was absolutely perfect, innocent, sweet, and smart. He… he was a self-centered, conceited, jerk.
And he knew it. He just didn't want to admit it.
So, even though there was something there telling him it wouldn't working out, he didn't want to believe it. He wanted to believe that he could have his little Naminé forever, and that nothing in the world could mess that up.
How utterly stupid.
He wasn't the kind of guy for long lasting relationships. He wasn't friends with the kind of people that were for long lasting relationships. He was a bad ass, a rebel, a man slut who got what he wanted and did who he wanted.
He looked in the mirror at his bathroom, touching his reflection with the tips of his fingers.
He looked just like Sora.
That was another thing that always bothered him. Naminé had been so… easily… led into a relationship with him, even though he was the exact opposite of what she wanted in a guy.
Even if Naminé said she loved him he'd always wondered if maybe she was actually still in love with his brother.
God, this was all a cruel game.
He walked out of his bathroom, plopping down on his bed so he could stare blankly at the ceiling.
For a second, he thought he'd experienced something real, but it ended up just being an illusion he could never actually grasp.
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another update!
I've been trying to make these more frequent but sometimes I forget -_____-
from now on I'll just try to do it every friday... that way I'll actually have a goal :)
please review!