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"He couldn't feel sorry for her."

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Crimson hair spills in waves around her pale face, like thick chains of blood, wet rubies glowing dimly with no lustre or sparkle left. Violet eyes are closed, long, sooty black eyelashes blurring gently into each other until they become black strokes of chalk. Her knuckles are taught, bones seeming to struggle under her skin, as if all bones and tendons are under pressure, ready to snap.

She does not look Kairi. Kairi never looked so dead. Kairi's face was never without a trademark smile, her eyes never closed. She went around the world with eyes open, bright flames radiating from her body, so lithe and light and happy and bouncy. It's not her. It's not Kairi. It's a shell.

Wind blows gently, whistling through her loose strands of copper hair, moving them around her pale skin to frame her porcelain face, her slightly parted crimson lips. Red is such an occurring colour that the girl wears so blatantly, moving through the textures of her hair, to the coals in her eyes and the softness and curves captured in her lips. She is bleeding herself dry.

Her back is arched in awkward position, bones jutting from under the white covering. She was born with no spine. She was born with nothing to hold on to, and nowhere to go, and she fell. She stumbled, and tripped into a dark abyss and could never climb out. Her heart has been ensnared in darkness, and she has been dredged under the murky waters.

And then he remembers how similar their situations are. How broken they both are. And he doesn't feel very sorry for her anymore. The only difference is that she no longer posses a heart. And his is left in fragments.

-x-x-x-

By Skitts.

Me own none of the mentioned characters, or Kingdom Hearts.

Feeling too lazy to write anything long XD.