Namine-SinNamine-Sin5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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In a Nobody .
A wicked emotion grew . it's name well
She drew the three of them together, each of them having 'him' for themselves. She couldn't take it; she wanted to be free just like them. She wished to share a sea-salt ice cream with someone, instead of being treated like nothing inside padded white walls.
She drew another picture in secret, keeping it hidden from Diz and Riku. Even after meeting Sora and making her feel more open to her emotions, she felt something wicked growing from within. The first emotion she remembered ever feeling was loneliness; then there was guilt; then there was fear.
She kept drawing, the blonde boy coming into her mind once more. She turned to the side, spotting the picture she had drawn of the three friends, the 'emotion' growing.
She gripped the black charcoal crayon in her hand, the object becoming small as she scribbled
Pieces of ChalkPieces of chalkPieces of Chalk5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Because even when chalk drawings fade away, love never truly disappears.
Over the years, the vines over the secret cave had grown thick.
They had not been there in a long time, and their children had stopped returning as well, getting on with their own lives.
For a long time, they'd almost forgotten about the cave. The same cave where two young islanders drew on the rock walls with chalk they found in the sand. The same cave where their journey began.
It wasn't that they didn't want to go. But with the hassle of everyday life taking their priority, they'd had little time to take their boats over to the island.
The last time they'd gone together was when they took their children to the cave, to show them where it all began. They were fascinated by it, and often went by themselves to the island with their own friends.
Now they were older and starting to make their own families. The couple, now in the
InsanityToo whiteInsanity5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Naminè stared disinterestedly at the whitewashed floors and walls of the room she was caged in.
She lifted her drawing pad once again, her arms trembling and her fingers shaking.
The crayon she was shading her picture of the all-too familiar brunet snapped in half from the force she was applying to it. She screamed in rage and threw it across the room, as well as the sketchbook she had previously wrapped in her arms.
Naminè laced her fingers in her hair and tugged with all her might, screaming out in pain at the sensation.
Her hands twitched and she removed them, the flaxen hairs between her fingers fluttered to the floor. She moaned in pain and stared down at the small speckles of blood on her fingert