#!diary

"Yesterday I managed to down Titan on his extreme lair. It was quite a job --- long, painful and weary --- but had to be done... I would have been happy not to have any part in it, yet I guess that is expected of me...

Today I bought a new robe for myself. Finding a nice one was quite a task, but I prefer this over all the  d a r k n e s s  that was on me previously. It only reminds me of the fights with the Imperials and sad times --- another thing I would not wish to remember too often.

My dearest Lily,

There is something I do miss like a part of my own soul... one that nothing on Earth can replace.

Dearest Diary,

I really should name you. I think Lily shall be your name. Yes, Lily. Well, Lily... Earth is not what I expected at all! From all the talk of the other angels I expected Earth to be riddled with grime and Sin. But, it is not! It's full of such simple beauty, many just cannot see it.

((I haven’t really talked with your Sora specifically so I’mma be generic here if that’s okay with you~))

Day: after yesterday

Sometimes I wonder why I still write these. The original purpose was to keep track of my time in the Organization, but I doubt I can look over these pages later, after … I don’t know after whatever it is this knucklehead plans on doing.

I still can’t get over what he said to me - I deserve to be my own person. Do I really? What have I done that’s worth that?  Still, it’d be nice. Or I think. I hope.

But maybe that’s just Sora. He’s funny like that, getting you to be able to hope in just about anything. I shouldn’t be able to hope, or at least, that’s what I was told.  But here I am, thinking on his words - my own person.  I still feel like me, because I’m definitely not him, but still the idea is so, so strange.

I don’t know, if anything happened I’d take him out for ice cream, first thing.  I think we’d be pretty good friends, actually.  He’s a bit loud and goofy, but he’s comforting, too. I like that. It reminds me of the days on the clocktower, like time’s standing still and you really matter.  I want to matter. I really do.  Even if I have to put up with this keyblade crap, I just want to be.  

Thanks, Sora. Thanks for believing in me.  You won’t ever see this, and I might not ever see it again, but maybe you can feel it, since this is your heart and all, but thank you.