Dream ~ 001
Warnings: Spoilers from Chain of Memories.
Effects: Viewers will feel a deep sense of guilt.
Naminé stood in a white room, her back to the tall doorway. She heard footsteps begin to approach, though she didn't turn to them. She was almost ashamed to finally face him at long last.
"Naminé!" The young male's voice cried. She heard the footsteps end right behind her, but she stayed quiet, her hand close to her chest.
"It's not you. The person most special to me...isn't you, is it?"
"No." Was her soft reply, the heartache it caused her unbearable. As much as she longed for it to be true, to have someone out there that cared about her, it wasn't Sora. She felt so awful for what she had done to him. She just knew she had to make things right again. And that was exactly what she was doing right now. She was fixing things.
"The girl you care about...the one who was always with you...It's not me. It's her." Finally, she turned to face Sora, though she kept her gaze low. She was so ashamed of what she had done, she found it hard to look into his eyes.
"But, who is she? I just can't think of her name. If she's so special to me, why can't I remember her name?" As Sora spoke, Naminé gaze went back to the ground, her hands coming together in front of her.
"It's because...I went into your memories and--" She began to explain, the guilt she was feeling beginning to release just a bit. Once Sora knew the truth, she knew she would feel better. And she was going to fix this. Everything would be right again. Sora wouldn't remember her, just like it was meant to be. But before she could even finish, she was cut off by a new voice.
"Let ME explain this. Plain and simple. Your memory is a train wreck."
---
[Before the dream could go, Naminé's eyes shot open. The memory she had just dreamed brought guilt back to her mind, and she closed her eyes, almost wishing she could forget what she had done.
But she had fixed everything. She had put Sora's memories back to the way they were suppose to be. She knew she shouldn't feel bad about it anymore.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she sat up, her eyes flickering to the small crystal next to her bed. She had found it a while before by her bed, but she almost wanted to blame the shape for the memory that plagued her dream. It was in the shape of the paopu fruit charm she had 'given' to Sora that year before.]
Effects: Viewers will feel a deep sense of guilt.
Naminé stood in a white room, her back to the tall doorway. She heard footsteps begin to approach, though she didn't turn to them. She was almost ashamed to finally face him at long last.
"Naminé!" The young male's voice cried. She heard the footsteps end right behind her, but she stayed quiet, her hand close to her chest.
"It's not you. The person most special to me...isn't you, is it?"
"No." Was her soft reply, the heartache it caused her unbearable. As much as she longed for it to be true, to have someone out there that cared about her, it wasn't Sora. She felt so awful for what she had done to him. She just knew she had to make things right again. And that was exactly what she was doing right now. She was fixing things.
"The girl you care about...the one who was always with you...It's not me. It's her." Finally, she turned to face Sora, though she kept her gaze low. She was so ashamed of what she had done, she found it hard to look into his eyes.
"But, who is she? I just can't think of her name. If she's so special to me, why can't I remember her name?" As Sora spoke, Naminé gaze went back to the ground, her hands coming together in front of her.
"It's because...I went into your memories and--" She began to explain, the guilt she was feeling beginning to release just a bit. Once Sora knew the truth, she knew she would feel better. And she was going to fix this. Everything would be right again. Sora wouldn't remember her, just like it was meant to be. But before she could even finish, she was cut off by a new voice.
"Let ME explain this. Plain and simple. Your memory is a train wreck."
---
[Before the dream could go, Naminé's eyes shot open. The memory she had just dreamed brought guilt back to her mind, and she closed her eyes, almost wishing she could forget what she had done.
But she had fixed everything. She had put Sora's memories back to the way they were suppose to be. She knew she shouldn't feel bad about it anymore.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she sat up, her eyes flickering to the small crystal next to her bed. She had found it a while before by her bed, but she almost wanted to blame the shape for the memory that plagued her dream. It was in the shape of the paopu fruit charm she had 'given' to Sora that year before.]