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testosterone boys&&harlequin girls

Boys and girls, boys and girls. Happy little boys and girls.

If you came to hear about that, I suggest you leave...

She was only playing her part. It was her role in the story.

She envied them.

From the teeth right down to the blood at her feet.

She gave them malice.

Why was it that they had each other and she had no one? What about all those promises they made? How they promised to live again. To breathe again. For it to be real...

She just wanted the attention... baby, give her a break.

How come they had each other and she didn't have anyone? She wanted them both. While they got to run around all fucking day she had to stay holed up in her godforsaken room.

It was the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital.

She wanted to break free so badly. She blamed Kairi. God, she hated Kairi. Why did the stupid girl have to go and turn herself into a Heartless? She often heard Roxas blaming Sora for the same thing.

But there was no one left to blame. It's the way life worked.

Red splotches ruined her paper. She was angry at herself for letting that happen.

The walls line the bullet holes.

''Oh god, Naminé, what the hell happened to you?''

''Oh god, I HATE YOU!''

And they believed it from the tears.

''Why can't we get away! Why can't I just die already?'' she screamed.

Peridot green and sapphire blue orbs stared back at her, horrified.

Why had they run off on her like that?

Roxas had more wit, a better kiss... Axel had a hotter touch, a better fuck. Why couldn't they at least act like they cared? Maybe because they pitied her so much. They pitied the weak little girl who sat in the corner. Just like a broken doll.

''Naminé, what's wrong...?''

''Don't act like you don't know!''

She heard, she felt it, she saw it. The moaning, the kissing, the heat.

''Can't you just pretend you care?''

She threw one of her sketchbooks at them, the binding breaking, the page scattering, sinking into pools of red.

She was so desperate for attention. So desperate...

It was Kairi's fault, just like always. It was Sora's fault, like it had been.

Knees met hard linoleum floor, salty drops mixing with blood. Her arms shook as large gashes on them made her bleed more.

But maybe... if Roxas had Axel, and Kairi didn't have Sora...

Maybe all she had was the girl. That girl and all her mistakes. The emptiness, loniless. The broken promises.

''N-Naminé? Naminé!''

She fell, eyes glazed, mouth partly open.

This was no accident, this was a therapeutic chain of events...

And maybe... she would meet that girl again... and they'd be together. In the next life.

Shugo: was listening to P!ATD. so credit goes to them too.

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