Room 515, Thursday Night

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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.)

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Her heart was tearing into a hundred little pieces and those were shredding themselves to dust. All Naminé could do was hold on as tightly as she could, rubbing one hand lightly over his back.

"It's all right," she murmured. Because there was nothing else to say.

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'It's all right,' she had told him. 'It's all right.'

Except that it wasn't, was it? And now he was sobbing like a child and there wasn't anything that he could do to undo the mistakes he had made, and here he was, making another one by not telling her what he had done, and he couldn't get a handle on himself to set this right, either.

All he could do at this point was hang on to her and try not to let the whispers swallow up his mind.

He wasn't all right.

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"Breathe," Naminé said softly, still holding on to him tightly. "Everything else will take care of itself."

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Of course it would.

Of course it would.

He didn't dare try to speak. He couldn't have managed it even if he had tried. But he nodded and held on a little more tightly for a moment before letting his arms drop and looking toward the door tiredly.

Everything else would take care of itself. It always did. Maybe this time, he'd end up in the blackness for a little longer, or perhaps he'd be on a sheet of paper that was burned rather than just balled up and tossed away.

He'd have to tell her eventually. But tonight, he'd just have to breathe.

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"My apologies," she said, "you're exhausted and I don't believe I'm helping with that."

She pulled her arms back around herself and nodded. "Go. We can talk about all of this later."

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He nodded back, taking another deep breath- onwards and upwards, he'd have to keep reminding himself- and pulling himself together somewhat.

If he got out of here, at the very least, he'd be able to try to get his head put on straight without all of that guilt ripping at him from the inside.

"Later," he agreed, his words something of a mumble, now. "Thank you... I'll... talk to you about it later."

He'd have a lot to say, no doubt.

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Naminé nearly reached out for him, nearly asked him not to leave just yet in case she'd dreamed him and he would vanish into thin air once he left her room.

Instead she clasped her hands behind her and nodded. "Good night, Valentine."

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Valentine didn't want to leave just yet. But he had to leave, or he was going to fall apart into millions of little pieces, and then his pieces would fall into pieces, and it would be a terrible mess, no doubt about that. He did want to pull her into another hug, to kiss her again.
But that wouldn't have ended any better than the last kiss. Not with him still lost in a daze with his head full of whispers and guilt.
So instead, he made his way numbly to the door. "Good night, Naminé."