Empty
Ryo told her stories of herself; stories of Namine. They were lonely little stories that both bothered and comforted her. She would stare off, stare at her bony little fingers as he went on with the stories. They felt empty.
Marluxia watched them, eyes constant; still penetrating as they stared nearly through the children. He could see the distance between them, so unlike their nature from before. Namine and Ryo kept apart, but yet, they remained close, for who else would learn to love such broken and empty souls? Who else could love such monsters.
Ryo's eyes hid behind his white veil. His heart whimpered in tempo with hers. Fluttering weakly at her touch. Crumbling, surrendering at his-self.
Quiet... and empty. Even as Marluxia stared, even as Ryo told her tales, everything was so quiet and empty.
Namine's empty hands took the pen at her heel. Painted across her face, painted along her arms and legs. It was all she had in sanity. Even she had two faces now.
And it rained. It poured from above the canopy and crashed on their crowns.
And Marluxia stared.
And Ryo faded.
And Namine let it rain.
Author's Note: The next chapter is the last. Will she choose the path of needles? Or the path of pins?
Or maybe... she won't take either.
~Lully