Hey everyone! Finally get to post my piece for the memory of promises zine! check out the link here if you want to grab one of your own copies in the leftover sale! I was so happy to be able to join in on this zine, and I hope you guys enjoy all the work that went into it! (Also keep in mind this was written before MoM.)
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Namine rubbed her temples and looked at the clock. Midnight already. DiZ was not going to like this. The next time he came into the white room would bring on some lecture or punishment of some kind. She had been working furiously all afternoon trying to get past this one section of memory, but there was something that was keeping her back. Her pulse began to race. She was feeling sick. The door to the white room opened and with a squeak, Namine ducked under the table, fearing the familiar stride of the man in red.
“It’s okay, it’s just me. You can come out now.” A soft voice sounded in her ears. “You’re safe. DiZ said he needed to run an errand and wouldn’t be back for a couple of days.”
Slowly looking up, Namine could see the outstretched hand of the only comfort she had in this lonely place. “Riku. You’re back.”
She took his offering and stood up. He hadn’t let go of her hand just yet, blindfold still covering those beautiful blue green eyes he had. She was glad it stopped him from seeing things like her girlish blush. He was only offering his hand as a friend. Besides, it was wrong for her to want to be with him- nobodies weren’t supposed to feel anything. So why did she?
“You’re shaking.” Riku stated simply. “Have you eaten anything today?”
So he could even feel the slight tremor in her hands. “No, not exactly.”
“Do you want me to get something for you? I think there are some leftovers in the fridge.”
“No, I’m alright. I have to get back to work.” Namine tried to take her hand from his, but he held onto it all the tighter, leaning down a little to be at eye level with her.
“You were working when I left, and I can tell you haven’t gotten any sleep. How are you expecting to take care of Sora when you can’t take care of yourself?”
Right. Namine thought. He’s just like DiZ. All he cares about is getting Sora restored. You’re just a tool.
Still, she couldn’t help but notice the way her breath caught in her throat as his blinded eyes sunk to meet her tired ones. Maybe she should take a small break. All of this stress was making her read too much into small gestures.