Room 515, Thursday Night
Jul. 12th, 2007 06:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dark_slippy_thingNaminé...
Valentine weaved his way through the hallways of the dorms, dragging his feet up the steps to the fifth floor. On the fifth floor, there was someone who he had made a promise to. He was going to keep that promise. It had been too long. An eternity. A moment.
Lost again, broken and weary
Unable to find my way
Tail in hand, dizzy and clearly
Unable to just let this go...
He was hearing whispering again. He did his best to ignore it as he stopped in front of the door to room 515, taking in a slow breath-- he had always taken breathing for granted before, he realized.
He wasn't ready for this.
I choose to live...
He wasn't ready for this!
I choose to live...
He had made a promise.
I choose to live...
He raised a hand and knocked on the door, staring at it uneasily.
(For Naminé.)
Valentine weaved his way through the hallways of the dorms, dragging his feet up the steps to the fifth floor. On the fifth floor, there was someone who he had made a promise to. He was going to keep that promise. It had been too long. An eternity. A moment.
Lost again, broken and weary
Unable to find my way
Tail in hand, dizzy and clearly
Unable to just let this go...
He was hearing whispering again. He did his best to ignore it as he stopped in front of the door to room 515, taking in a slow breath-- he had always taken breathing for granted before, he realized.
He wasn't ready for this.
I choose to live...
He wasn't ready for this!
I choose to live...
He had made a promise.
I choose to live...
He raised a hand and knocked on the door, staring at it uneasily.
(For Naminé.)
