194

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Challenge: [194]
Title: Gift of Her Own
Word Count: 156
Notes: Semi AU. title hate =/

There hadn't been any reason to run away, Namine knew. It was dark, it was quiet; oh, outside it was dark all around and quiet all around even though her own little white room was always silent too, no doubt about it. But at least it'd fitted her; the paleness stuck to her skin like paper, and the unspoken words rising from the blank walls to curl about her little white form. She began to realize that this tabula rasa was like her, was her; prison, home, sanctuary all in one. She was safe here.

But blank slates were full of promise, potential; she had none.

So she left.

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In the end she went from one white room to another, and another, and another... Namine began to think that it would never end - until a serendipitous set of hands passed her the crayons, and then her vision exploded with colour.