Identity
Clarity faded, thoughts blurred like the whirl of winds. She wasn't even sure she should trust her eyes. Straining and caving, gasping and shaking. Was that blonde hair... or strawberry? Pretty little Kairi never had bleached blonde, washoud out hair. She was never so dull, never so preposterously, painfully ghostly.
The mirror must've been broken. It was clouded, clearly.
Drowning... drowning. Since when was air like water? Namine didn't remember being a fish. Fish... fishy... gasp... gasping... choking.
Dying.
Author's Note: My apologies for the late update. Originally, this part was a lot different, but I wanted it to be very descriptive of Namine's crisis within herself. The story is cooling down a little now, and I still have to decide how exactly I want this story to end. I really do hope you guys enjoy this, and please review! Even to just tell me you're following the story. It helps push me to continue writing it, actually. I've never really finished a longer fanfiction before, and I'd like to. :)
Thanks so much!
~Lully