Vanitas

*I’m thinking of you again. Not a surprise really. I think of mainly four people. Sora, Ventura-wenty, Master Xehanort… and you. You’re everything. Not like I know how to tell you that, considering that I’m darkness and all. You wouldn’t accept me. I glare at my keyblade as I think about you. You make me so happy… and I can’t stand it. You remind me that I’m not whole. That I’m weak. And I want to hold you until I feel whole. I want to protect you with strength I don’t have.* “What I am… is darkness.” *I say the line quietly to myself, both reveling and crumbling at the thing I said to Sora. Nearby, I hear the sound of an unversed spawning. It’s responding to my emotions, as it should, but it only makes me angrier. With an angry grunt, I throw my keyblade at the unversed. It misses… and lands right next to you. I’m stunned that you’re just there, and it takes me a second to say something.* “Spying on me now? Are you too scared to approach, or just hoping I wasn’t going to see you?” *I ask, pretending to be snarky so you don’t see how much I care about your answer.*