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Chapter 10: Remnants of Sorrow

(Namine's POV)

I want to be alone but there is always someone watching me. Marluxia, Axel, Larxene, and a man named Vexen are standing in the opposite corner of the room. They are talking in hushed voices and I can't make out what is being said. I sense tension and suspicion; nothing but bad vibes. I sit quietly in a chair, flipping casually through my sketchpad. I look intently at the drawings and absentmindedly think of him. I can't help it; he's kind of hard to forget. I try to remind myself that there are certain limits but my mind likes to play tricks on me.

I notice a sudden shift in the room. It's become quiet, much too quiet. They are no longer conversing amongst themselves. I shudder uneasily as Marluxia walks towards me. He gets too close for comfort and whispers in my ear.

"What a shame, Sora is about to be eliminated."

He laughs aloud and brazenly smiles. I flinch at the sound of the ice in his voice. He continues to antagonize me.

"He made a promise to you and came all this way for nothing, isn't that sad?"

I feel like my insides are being ripped apart with every word he speaks.

"It's unfortunate that he'll never be able to discover the truth. But, let's not forget who's really at fault."

I feel the room spin from underneath me, I wonder if I am about to faint. I want to run but there is nowhere to go. No escape. His next words send a painful shock right through my heart.

"Don't worry; we're doing Sora a favor. You're not worth his time or effort. You are a compulsive liar and a witch, nothing more."

He tortures me with a smug glare and then turns to leave. Everyone else has already left, except Axel. It's his turn to "babysit" me. I pretend that he's not here and he's probably doing the same thing in regards to me. I try to find a happy place but there is no place in the universe that I could ever call home. I imagine myself on the island with Sora but I don't fit there. I never will.

Waste of time.

Compulsive liar.

Witch.

My body tremors as tears fall silently to the floor. A cold and empty feeling sinks in on me, the remnants of sorrow. I know sadness well; it's the very essence of my existence. I deserve it after everything I've done. Happiness is something I will, and should, never know. Marluxia is right; I'm never going to be worthy. I'll never be good enough. I feel the void inside of me grow even deeper, the damage has been done. I'll never recover. Not that it even matters.

Nothing matters besides the fact that Sora is in grave danger.

I never wanted that to happen.

The Organization is determined to hurt him in any way possible. I underestimated them, they are more powerful than I imagined. I am afraid that they'll harm him. I don't want Sora to be injured or worse, killed. The thought of him lying there lifeless and alone is too much for me to bear.

I never meant to hurt anyone.

But I did and I'll regret it for the rest of my pathetic existence.

I'm sorry. I know that sorry won't ever change a thing, but I mean it all the same. I hope I get the chance to say it to his face. If anything happened to him, I could never forgive myself.

The Organization should just eliminate me instead.