Post by Naminè on Feb 9, 2010 16:58:32 GMT -5
A gentle breeze wafted about the room causing the assorted drawings that were tacked to the wall to dance about in their limited positions. Naminè walked over to the open window and gently closed the window. She pulled the white curtains accrossed the window shunning the light of the setting sun. Something about that sun just brought back memories. Not her own, of course. They belonged to Sora, or rather Roxas and Xion. But she housed them in herself, just like the memories of all the people she'd evermet. Lucky for her though, she didn't have to worry about changing appearances because she was spilling over with someone eleses memories. No she only housed them within herself. She barely had memories of her own. Only about 2 years worth, and the majority of those were spent in a white room just like the one she was in now. But she didn't mind the room itself. It made her feel empty and blank. Not so full, but sometimes the stronger memories still shine through, especialy when the sun was setting.
Naminè took a seat at the table, and did what she always did to pass the time. She began to sketch the strongest memory on her mind. It was of three people all dressed in black. The one on the left with red spikey hair was pushing on the blonde boy in the middle. He in turn was leaning on the dark haired girl. All of them were laughing and enjoying blue ice cream. There was so much emotion tied to this one memory. So much joy, laughter, merriment. Naminè laughed to herself, but she soon began to cry silently. The pain tied to this memory was just as overwhelming as the joy. Naminè finished the drawing and pinned it to the wall.
"Well Naminè?" She thought outloud, "You've gotten a second chance at this, and yet you're already repeating the past."
Naminè took a seat at the table, and did what she always did to pass the time. She began to sketch the strongest memory on her mind. It was of three people all dressed in black. The one on the left with red spikey hair was pushing on the blonde boy in the middle. He in turn was leaning on the dark haired girl. All of them were laughing and enjoying blue ice cream. There was so much emotion tied to this one memory. So much joy, laughter, merriment. Naminè laughed to herself, but she soon began to cry silently. The pain tied to this memory was just as overwhelming as the joy. Naminè finished the drawing and pinned it to the wall.
"Well Naminè?" She thought outloud, "You've gotten a second chance at this, and yet you're already repeating the past."
