notmeanttoexiist:

     ”Yes.”

             The syllable is pained; though, what else should it be?  Yes, she knows she’s a puppet, the true affront to reality, more so even that Nobodies.  Yes, she knows she is hurting her dearest friends simply by existing.  Yes, she is aware that she is the reason a boy who is worth far more than she cannot awaken, and the reason that boy’s friend is hurting and hiding darkness in his heart.

                    “I…I know what I am.  And I know what I’m causing.  I just wish…”

                        Heh.  As though it matters.

         _{In the end the harsh truth was just that—harsh. Xion was the reason that Sora had not been able to awaken yet, and she was the reason that her own progress in trying to put his memory back together had been stopped with a frightening abruptness. For a moment she thought about the small sketch she had done of Xion and Roxas and Axel, all three of them together—}

                           _{And she thought about her attempt to actually draw Xion
                                        and how she stopped herself.}

         _{Perhaps it was because she had touched Sora’s memories that she was able to see this girl’s face, or the face that Roxas seemed to see, the face that was, for all intents and purposes, hers. But still the blonde felt thankful that she could see her face, because it made it so that this entire process hurt all that much more. It reminded her that the road to perceived normalcy was not easy. It reminded her that she was ruining this girl’s life.}

                                                      _{”You wish…?”}

                                    _{It mattered though.}

                                                      _{Xion mattered.}