23. Believe

"Would you believe me if I told you I loved you?" Aqua asked her own reflection, but her eyes are closed and she's pretending that her reflection is actually Vanitas. "No, you don't even want to be my friend, do you? Never mind…it doesn't matter anyway. Because I don't love you. I can't love you. You're too mean…you're too Dark. You're evil, I'm good. It's too different…it's not right. Go away. You can't believe in anything but selfishness. You're…" she trails off, opening her eyes and seeing that she's still the only one in her room. He's still bedridden, because Xehanort says that he's supposedly running a high fever, but it must just be because he doesn't want to see her. Either that, or he just doesn't want to leave.

Aqua knew he must remember how much they were suppose to hate each other. Even now, she still had remnants of hate in her Heart for him, yet, she still had hints of affection toward him. She hated herself for it.

"This is so wrong…" she muttered, thinking about her feelings for the boy again. She brushed then away, then walked over to the window, and stared out. A black sky met her view. It was another one of those days, apparently. Where the sun didn't even meet the world here. It wasn't a huge surprise, but sometimes, on what Aqua considered good days, the sun would come out. Today it hadn't.

She placed her hand on the window and shut her eyes, wondering if her friends even cared anymore. Were they looking for her? Or had they given up hope, and thought she was dead. They had to know by now that Master Eraqus was gone. They just had to. Surely, someone had told them. Surely, someone had buried him. She at least hoped that it happened that way.

Shaking her head, she walked back over to her bed, thumbing the necklace that she had always worn. She hadn't taken it off in the year she had been here…not once. Yet she had forgotten about it more recently, she had been more focused on her so called friend's health. The last thing she needed was for him to go dying on her and leave her alone here, with absolutely no hope at all in the end.

"Vanitas…" a low mutter under her breath. She opened her eyes once more and looked in the mirror, "I hate you."

Yeah, right.

Some romance~! In a strange type of way, I suppose.

Witch Of Tragedies : Lol, I guess in a way the Light in Vanitas' darkside. xD

Omega Star Shooter 14 : :3

Walker Of Nothing : S'okay! ^^

Hopping : Yeah, actually, they are. XD

Springirth Dale : :)