Hope for You
Riku laid his hands down. Up on his knees. Quivering on the cap. Palm-up. There was a bitty breeze.
I care for you more than I can ever understand.
Stretched like stars, his fingers were cold as cold as cold could go. Sea-spray wet. Bluster wrapped the foam and took it flying. Out where clouds don't go.
It isn't that I don't want your life to be happy. That's not it at all.
He traced the lines. The life and brain and heart and destiny webbing. Interlaced to meaning. Blood ran quick and blue beneath the phyllo-thin flesh. He watched; he watch muscle all twisted within, corded from abuse, watched it shudder, take and pull.
If he stared hard enough, he could see all the faces he'd killed.
I only wish I had more to give.
It was stupid, but Selphie had tried to read the mesh. She snapped from reference book to he and back and she shook her head, saying, "You're not going to live long at all. Look at this right here, it says, it says it right here. I think this is bad. Yeah, this one is bad, too. Really bad."
I want what's best for you, Sora.
Riku let his head droop.
Even if that means you are with someone else.