#verse yeah?

    ❝ Do you think... I can pass the Mark of Mastery and become a great Keyblade Master like you, Riku...? I don’t think I have what it takes... ❞, she whispered, bowing her head in defeat before anything more could be said. There’s a lingering sadness between each word, stringing together the core of her deeply rooted insecurities. Although they rarely spoke, Naminé somehow had a feeling that he would understand her peaking anxiety that gnawed at her everyday. After all, who better else to give her advice than Riku himself?