There were times Namine had nightmares.
Not blood-curdling screaming nightmares, to be sure…but nightmares that made her wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, and made her fret for the rest of the time she should have been sleeping.
She used to draw. But not anymore. Because of what happened with Castle Oblivion…It had turned out to be an illusion. Just like the false memories she'd implanted in Sora's pretty head…lies, like little venom kisses…The very thought made her shudder.
Kairi wondered why. After nightly bouts of passion, the two of them liked to talk. Kairi once asked why Namine didn't draw anymore. The girl obviously had talent. (or was it skill? Who knew?) Why not use it?
Namine had changed the subject.
The truth was, she wanted this, her home, her life, her…her love…to be real.
This is what she thought, after waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, next to a barely-covered Kairi. Please…Let this be real…