Farewell
What is a good-bye to a ghost? Namine thought. Is there even such a thing?
Little Namine found herself a fountain of despair, tears everflowing, dripping from her lashes. She looked one last time at the park she had painted for herself, the people she had learned. Namine saw the canvas had faded into a murky watercolorland that she no longer desired to call home. Interaction with the people was her very demise.
Pretty little Namine wasn't meant to socialize, wasn't meant to have friends, wasn't meant to feel love and be loved in return. She was a misfit shadow of white ghostliness doomed to a lifetime of loneliness.
Marluxia stared as she made her final farewells. She spoke to no one and kept her head downturned as she always had before. He watched as sadness swept over her; a sadness followed by fear.
Ryo watched, too. His beating heart bled, desperate for her company, and deep within, the beast scratched at his belly, demanding freedom and the bitty bones of that ghost girl.
She was so tempted to return to her Ryo, so desperate as he was to be by his side. But she trembled with terror in his presence. Namine was now a page torn in two, a siamese twin split and slit. She was running in two different directions, each part of her waiting for the other to follow.
Ryo held her wrists tightly in his grip, pleading with her to stay. Namine thought she might drown in the uncomfort and the uneasiness that consumed her. She thought she might drown in his scary love. He was a frantic mess, a jubilee of jarring desolation and desperation. She fought his clutching hands that clasped to her dainty dress.
She ran deep in the woods, tripping and slipping. Ryo chased not far behind. His heart was changing on him.
"Namine! Return to me, Namine!" the voice cried. It was sharp, a pang in her ears. The sound crawled up her back and held tight to her shoulders.
The beast cried for her, begged her, beckoned her. His voice turned to a growl that grew louder and louder as he approached. The fear was clouding her, fogging the path. She stumbled over a stump, knees bleeding and sandals worn. Her foot was caught in the roots, and he was too near for her to run. This was her demise.
Farewell.
Author's Note: It's finally done! Thank you everyone for reading! I'm going to continue editing this story and would love it if you guys could offer constructive criticism!