- - - the stars tonight will brighten our faces.

our minds will be racing along [with our hearts intertwined with love].

the M A G I C of us.

; naminé/riku.

Pencils, crayons, sketchpads, sheets of paper, eraser dust.

Simple possessions.

Her whole world.

Silence, emptiness and loneliness were her only companions as she remained in that room, locked up with only the Keyblade wielder's memories to illustrate and piece back together.

She had one task. One mission. She could not deviate.

But of course, that was made incredibly hard when he showed up all the time.

His silver hair, rare smile, piercing, expressionless eyes and a voice that could stir up nonexistent emotions within her nonexistent heart.

Normally, she couldn't stand anyone watching her draw, but with him, it was different. He added a calm, peaceful atmosphere to the room, as if his presence was simply driving away all the remorse she constantly felt about the events she had caused.

Or the events she believed she had caused.

He didn't believe that.

She was too good, too pure, to cause that much evil. In no way, shape or form was any of this her fault.

He didn't resent her for anything.

Her ice cold blue eyes, soft blonde hair and a smile, which when revealed, could make her white prison walls shine even brighter.

He loved hearing her voice. It was like the sound of church bells on a crisp, clear morning, or the sound of the ocean waves as they incessantly crashed against the shore. Dim at times, but powerful and provoking.

She had asked him once if she reminded him of her other.

At first, he was taken aback, too startled to reply. But his shocked expression quickly dissipated to reveal a caring and loving smile, followed by a swift kiss on the lips of the insecure girl.

The answer was painstakingly clear.

But as time grew closer to the hero's awakening, both she and the boy knew that their time together was going to end soon.

They drew it out as long as they could, stayed up until all hours of the night, talking, kissing, reminiscing about the few memories they had together.

While she cried empty tears, he held her quivering, frail body as she let all her frustration, anger and sadness come together in one single moment.

And before they knew it, they had to let go.

It was a quick goodbye. A simple yet passionate kiss both would never forget.

But as she faded into the blinding white light, the boy heard her delicate voice—a slight whisper that would have gone unnoticed if he had not been paying attention.

We are together in this world.

- - fin.

- - heavily inspired by the song "the magic of us" by bim.

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love,

katherine.