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Yume's Journal of stuffs!!!
My journal is now officially my new collection of pictures. I used to print them out, but I no longer have access. So now I save them in my journal. One day, I will print them. One day, one day...
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            The feeling of someone close to him. A sense of almost wholeness, a sense of relief, and light. Cool wetness touched his forehead, and began to drag him out of his comforting darkness. A voice was speaking. One so incredibly familiar, yet no longer important. Eye flickering, he finally opened them, coming back into the concious world once more with a soft groan. His body hurt again. The pain in his chest each time he breathed, the low ache of the wounds.. This sucked. And the heat was making his bones and muscles ache. His blurry gaze landed on what could almost be mistaken for as his twin, and zexion blinked. Ienzo... The last time he had seen him, he had been consumed by the darkness. No matter what he had done to try and save him. "Ienzo.." He murmured, and sat up, the wet cloth falling from his head. Frowning at it for a moment, as he tried to figure out what it was, he realized that it had come from the other's shirt. He looked a little strange with the sleeve torn off. It elicited a chuckle from the schemer.
            His head felt so blurry. Everything was spinning again. And the nausea was back. Wait, what was Ienzo doing here?

            "What are you doing.. here?" He asked. But then again, shouldn't Zexion have been somewhere else? He vaguely remembered Roxas, and the boy's fury. Oh. Hm. Zexion probably said things to set him off. So in a way, Zexion supposed he was the one in trouble here, and the 'bad boy'. Frowning, he looked at Ienzo once more. The urge to touch him was just to strong, and he reached out a hand and lightly stroked the other boy's cheek. Innocence. Light. How did Ienzo become seperate. Zexion wasn't quite sure. And in this state of mind he was in, he didn't think he would be able to figure it out.



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