"Don't worry, you'll forget me..."
Naminé stared blankly at her sketchbook, the drawings of Sora still relatively new inside. She had tried to smile when she told him that, but inside her, something felt as if it was being torn apart. She couldn't say it was her heart; Nobodies don't have hearts. Still, the tears had fallen freely once he was asleep inside the glass lotus chamber.
She felt angry that he had chosen not to stay with her, yet ashamed of herself for hoping he would. She would rip out the pages from her sketchbook and crumple them, before looking closely at them, sighing and plastering them onto her wall. She didn't blame Sora; who needs false memories, right?
She worked hard to restore his chain of memories. Marluxia had forced her to do many things to his mind, warping and changing past events and places. She had done a much better job than even she thought possible; she had made him forget her.
"Kairi..." Naminé said her name softly one day, looking down at the picture o