A/N: I don't know if I will continue this or not, but just in case I'm putting it up.
Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, me no own, so you no sue.
Riku was most certainly not crying.
He most certainly was not suffering a break down while attempting to reach for his cell, sitting in the corner of the quaint little living room in his quaint little condo.
He most certainly was not shaking and almost hyperventilating and there were no tears rapidly streaming down his face.
He most certainly wasn't dialing 911.
And most of all, he certainly wasn't staring at the bloodied, mangled corpse of his fiance.
"O-operator?!"
That's how this story, my story, begins.
This is the story about how I found my fiance dead.
This is the truth, the whole truth... and nothing but the truth.
It had been a month since Sora's funeral. It had shaken up the entirety of Twilight Town.
Even the creepy guy at the candy store down the street became reserved, not harassing his number one, pink haired customer for once.
That customer didn't even purposely get on the guy's nerves.
Even Seifer was affected. He wandered around muttering things like, "That was my third favorite chickenwuss..."
In that month, Hayner's group and the Disciplinary Commitee had somehow merged to one.
But most affected, out of all the civilians living in Twilight Town, was Riku. He'd barely left his house since what everyone else had nicknamed "The Incident".
Everyone called it that for Riku's sake. So he didn't have to be reminded in words what really happened. It didn't matter. They could sugarcoat it all they want, he thought. Sora was gone.
There was no moving around it. No beating around the bush. It was the cold, hard truth.
Sora Harada Osment, fiance of Riku Gallagher Destati, was dead.