In the beginning I remember back to all the times I’d wished for something more exciting in life, but now old scars surfaced and I would give the world for things to be simple again. It started with a dream; whispers that held no meaning to me, faces that had no name, people I’ve never met became dear to my heart. Those people came to me and made me remember- remember It was his entire fault; Sora. He used me, gave me life just to take it away! What little life I had I held closely to my heart- ah yes, my heart doesn’t exist! No wonder they felt no remorse for what they did to me- of course a ‘being without a heart couldn’t feel hurt or heartbroken! It would just be impossible!’

And I’ll agree that what they say makes sense, but I do feel! I can’t deny feelings or emotions that I have-even if they claim they’re fake! I can’t explain why I have them, but just look at our big universe- how often does the seemingly impossible occur? They should be the first ones to understand! Doesn’t the fact that I have them at all strike concern into their ‘hearts’? That they might be wrong about us?

We lowly nobodies, we heartless fiends; these words surely pushed me to the organization. I started to see clearly why I joined the twelve of them. We were lonely, truly lonely beings who’d been driven to what we are. It’s because we envy our somebodies. Great frustration and jealousy festered in my heart for Sora for quite some time.

But I now look at things more gently after our battle, Sora is justice and I am the opposite of Sora. I am and I was his greatest problem this whole journey. I, Roxas, was born a nobody (who should essentially have nothing-since one doesn’t even have a heart!) took half his powers while he was forced to sleep! And I was the one he was reminded of each step of the way when he fought my fellow nobodies! In the end-this absolute end to my separation from Sora- I couldn’t help but let my anger and hatred go.

I realized that I was being selfish this whole time. I had Sora’s power’s, Sora’s memories-things that weren’t mine, things that he wouldn’t of given me if he had the choice, things he didn’t have control over. He had to become a heartless to save Kairi, to do justice and follow his heart- and he went to castle oblivion and his memory faded as well to save Namine. He was ultimately unselfish in the end as I gathered all that he sacrificed and called them mine, mine- because I had none of my own.

I remember when they captured me and put me in that computer town, I had been so desperate for something of my own that I attempted to create them there. My own memories, my own friends. I hadn’t realized that I was trying to become my own person in this fake world-I didn’t recognize what I had really been doing all along until all the ‘real’ memories came back. I was apart of the organization I recalled (at the time) and was nearly driven to depression that I had built such beautiful, beautiful fake memories here, something that was finally my own for it to be smashed to pieces by fate. My friends don’t remember me-but I will always remember them, they are so dear to me that Sora himself wept when he left Twilight town! He missed them because I so dearly missed them. That was probably the last and only thing I’d ever make Sora do on my behalf.

I never gained control of the boy again, I became apart of him willingly after our last battle and submitted myself to an eternity of watching another’s life go by. I must admit, I understand why he went through all the trouble, he holds an impossibly strong bond with his friends. Something that I can finally relate with, I never want to take that away from him again- even if it means to exist as Sora and never again as Roxas.