My Somebody
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Title: My Somebody
Challenges: None
Word count: 300
Rating: G
Notes: Didn't intend to make this Sora/Roxas piece so angsty. But hey, I wanted to write something before my muses died and well, here it is. Oh yeah! Contains spoilers!! *Flees*
There was nothing I could do.
Those were the words that flowed through my head as I looked up at the wide expanse of the sky. Who was I? What was I? He was me and I was him, and yet, I wasn't. He was all that I was, but more, and because of that, I was always left as a shadow..I wasn't real.
What made him different from me was that he had a heart.
I didn't.
People with hearts were free to be themselves; Free to be.. a somebody. Someone with a heart like his was always a somebody.
I don't don't know what I feel when I think about him. I didn't have a heart. So how could I feel anything? Maybe my mind's playing tricks on me, fooling me to believe that what I feel for my somebody is real. I know that there isn't really any hope for me, and that the chances of me ever getting a heart were nearly impossible. But I'd rather it be this way than having my somebody's heart taken away from him.
I know that what I feel isn't a lie.
I can't help but admire how lively he would look when he's happy, or how his blue eyes would softly gleam whenever he laughed. I would always admire my somebody from afar.
He knows that I exist, knows that we're the same, but.. does he know his nobody? He knows what's in his heart and it probably wasn't even me. It's not like I could just run to him and tell him how I feel. How could I feel?
There was nothing I could do.
Challenges: None
Word count: 300
Rating: G
Notes: Didn't intend to make this Sora/Roxas piece so angsty. But hey, I wanted to write something before my muses died and well, here it is. Oh yeah! Contains spoilers!! *Flees*
There was nothing I could do.
Those were the words that flowed through my head as I looked up at the wide expanse of the sky. Who was I? What was I? He was me and I was him, and yet, I wasn't. He was all that I was, but more, and because of that, I was always left as a shadow..I wasn't real.
What made him different from me was that he had a heart.
I didn't.
People with hearts were free to be themselves; Free to be.. a somebody. Someone with a heart like his was always a somebody.
I don't don't know what I feel when I think about him. I didn't have a heart. So how could I feel anything? Maybe my mind's playing tricks on me, fooling me to believe that what I feel for my somebody is real. I know that there isn't really any hope for me, and that the chances of me ever getting a heart were nearly impossible. But I'd rather it be this way than having my somebody's heart taken away from him.
I know that what I feel isn't a lie.
I can't help but admire how lively he would look when he's happy, or how his blue eyes would softly gleam whenever he laughed. I would always admire my somebody from afar.
He knows that I exist, knows that we're the same, but.. does he know his nobody? He knows what's in his heart and it probably wasn't even me. It's not like I could just run to him and tell him how I feel. How could I feel?
There was nothing I could do.