I forgot! I'm sorry! Doubles tomorrow? If you'll forgive me then?
52. Voices
They looked different from before. Taller, darker, slightly terrifying. All the things that came with darkness. Even their names were different though, anagrams that turned them into different people. Ones without hearts. Nobodies. Nothing, now that all they had been was changed. Zexion doesn't realize he's spoken out loud until a soothing hand strokes his face, talking softly in the tenor voice he knows so well. This, at least, hasn't changed.
The fifty-second. Forty-eight to go.
Next in about twelve hours! See you soon!
-Josiy x