A Hundred of Her Memories
89 – Devil
Beauty is mysterious as well terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man. ~ Fyodor Dostoevsky
Xion had been told from Day 1 of her existence that she had no heart. All of the Organization members had been told so.
But how could that be true? Every human possessing a soul was given the choice of entrusting their heart to God. If Xion had a soul, but no heart, how could that work? No, the Organization had to be wrong.
She could feel a battle within her, tearing her apart, pulling her every which way and she had no coherent thought of her own. Xion clenched her sheets in her fists and grimaced. The nightmares haunted her even in waking. She couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't.
A warm hand, cool compared to her current temperature, caressed her cheek, completely surrounding her in a wave of calm. Peace overfilled her soul and Xion believed, if only for that moment, that she had a heart.
Her eyes opened halfway and she saw green eyes and a crooked smile. She smiled back and grabbed Axel's hand loosely with her own. "Thank you," she whispered.
"You're welcome, beautiful," she thought she heard him say, but she fell asleep, so she supposed it was a dream.
She didn't feel the hand running through her hair, nor the lips that hovered over hers and then pulled away after a moment's consideration. She didn't hear the whispered goodnight, or her door softly close.
Xion only remembered a warm light filling her chest with a tickling sensation, and woke up feeling refreshed.
I couldn't think of what to do for this one. I tried thinking of an alternative, but nothing came. :) Enjoy!
P.S. I do not much about Fyodor Dostoevsky, so if he is some crazy psycho, I apologize. I liked the quote. ... Sorta.