The Question

by Griffinkhan

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They were together in the white room, the one that didn't exist. They didn't exist either, but they denied that, lingering on, clinging to the shreds of a semblance of a life.

They had no selves, now, their beings retreating back into their Others. All that remained were their souls, here in this room, in the thread that connected their two Other's hearts.

She was sketching as usual, scenes of sandy beaches and brilliant sunsets, of places they didn't belong. He approached and sat on the bench beside her. "Naminé," he whispered, the name resounding in the cavernous room.

She looked up, blue eyes questioning. "Yes?"

He paused for a moment, then reached out a tentative hand and ran it down her cheek. She shuddered slightly. "What are we?"

"We're Nobodies," she answered.

"And what does that mean?"

She closed her eyes. "We shouldn't feel at all."

He let his arm drop and circle her waist. "But we do... I do, anyway."

"...And I do too," she whispered back. "But again... it's impossible to tell..."

"Am I feeling this because he loves her?" he said, voicing both their thoughts. "Are these emotions mine, or his?"

"The real question, Roxas," she replied, peering into the eyes that were borrowed from him, "is, does it matter?"

He looked down into the eyes borrowed from her, and saw his face reflected there.

His face, not his.

Naminé was watching still, waiting for the answer. Watching with her face, not hers.

Roxas drew her closer and decided it didn't matter at all.

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A drabble to celebrate my completion of the game.
Roxas and Naminé need more love.

Please tell me what you think..