If a handful of people were taken and placed in a room, would it be possible to determine who was the most unlucky of the bunch? Maybe the most unlucky person was a woman who had had lost her husband and child. Or perhaps the definition of an unlucky person would be a writer who had lost their hands and eyes, a track runner who had lost their legs, who a singer who had lost their voice. If luck determined what you had along with life's good fortune, Aqua wasn't certain she was the unluckiest, but she knew she didn't have the best luck either.
She had been through many things that she didn't even remember right now. Aqua had lost her friends and her master. She was trapped in a dark, lonely place where she wouldn't age, eat, drink, or speak to anyone for ten years. She then made it out of that place only to be thrust into a murder game where she was forced to be a traitor and humiliate herself along with everything she stood for. After escaping said game, she traveled in search of her dear friends--only to never find them. She then found herself in this current murder game where she would eventually sacrifice her life for the others to live, only to be brought back to life with a painful, damaged soul and no memories.
And yet, somehow, through all of this, that strong-willed keyblade master managed to hold a smile on her face. But this was the first time her smile had faltered. Why? Her achilles heel had been cut. Her kryptonite had been found. Her weakness exposed. The one thing that kept Aqua going was stripped from her; she no longer had the thing most important to her. And that thing was... the memories of the people she cherished.
Aqua couldn't just pick up her wayfinder to help her think about Terra and Ven, she couldn't think about Aoko, or speak with Abel, Shiki, or Claire for reassurance. She only saw the faces of strangers around her, and it made the empty hole in her heart grow.
The voices of those who called out to her through the fog were like phantoms in the distance. She didn't bother calling back to them; Aqua honestly didn't want to be found by anyone. She knew they meant well, but she didn't know how to deal with them right now. They seemed to tell her what she should and shouldn't be doing, and Aqua honestly wasn't sure how to handle hearing so many different voices when she was already confused. She wished they would all just go quiet so she could think.
Aqua didn't care what any of them thought about her either. Some of them called her childish, saying she shouldn't hide, and yes, maybe she was acting childish. However, in this moment, the master wasn't her usual self. Everything that made Aqua who she was came from her memories, so without them she was hollow and unlike herself.
Blue hair flew in her eyes as she continued to run until she could no longer. Aqua stopped after a while, panting heavily. She shakily moved her aching body toward the doorstep of one of he odd buildings in Silent Hill, taking a seat. She then put her head in one hand, pressing her other hand firmly against her chest. It hurt so bad she could hardly stand it.
Wishing for some way to numb the pain, Aqua took a hand off her heart and picked a stone up off the ground. She began to pick at it, absently wondering if there was a way she could make some kind of charm or pendant out of it. Although she didn't realize it, this was a thought the usual Aqua would have. But at the moment, she was far to clouded by the pain and emptiness to even realize such a thing.
"Maybe it would be better if I just... faded away here. I probably died for a reason... Maybe I'm not meant to come back," she quietly said to herself.
Nobody had found Aqua yet through the thick fog, and she hoped it would stay that way.
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