amazing words from ana; well considering I have writer's block, I think this turned out pretty well. I used the overly used (yet totally love) of riku—kairi—sora because I love this as much as I love coffee—which happened to be my word. This is my fifth contest entry for warm.summer.nights.
apply standard disclaimers please & enjoy

She couldn't remember a time when they weren't together—minus the whole year they had spent apart, but she didn't want to remember that, so it didn't count. She remembered the good times, not the ones stuck in darkness, because these were her boys—attached to her since she came to Destiny Island. These were her boys, and she couldn't stand the thought of what broke them apart—her. She looks back on it sometimes when they are so caught up in a conversation. She would beat herself over it; until they would catch her, they would try to comfort her. She pushed them away, telling them she was fine—peachy and they would hide their worried looks and buy her something she couldn't resist.

Coffee.

She remembered when Riku had started drinking it—just when he came back. She was curious about the stuff. One sip was all it took, and Kairi was addicted. She had liked it just the way he did, black, until Sora had dumped a lump of sugar into her's once. She liked it. Sora always had three sugars and three creamers—but Kairi liked hers much differently. Half a sugar packet and half a creamer, and she was set to go, all her doubts and worries—gone with one sip. They would go to the dusty coffee place whenever one of them would have a problem. It was there home away from home, but sometimes Riku or Sora would order out. They would go to the little beach they used to play on when they were kids and watch the sunset, sipping on coffee, reminiscence on the good times and forgetting the dark ones. That year was taboo, along with other subjects; heartless, nobodies, darkness—because they wanted to forget.

Riku wanted to forget how he had given in to the darkness and had left his friends behind—searching for something better; even though he had everything and more, right there. How he had just let his island fall apart, fought with Sora and just gave up. Sora wanted to forget his keyblade, the time they spent apart, and the nobody he shared his heart with, Roxas. He couldn't just be Sora anymore, Roxas was a part of him. Kairi just wanted to forget it all; everything, let it all go and start over—but that was just a dream. People wouldn't let it die, because they had worlds to save—the three of them; together. It wouldn't be the same.

They couldn't relax and drink coffee on the beach, they'd be fighting Heartless. It'd be different, she admitted—but they would find moments were they could relax, to just drink a cup of coffee and laugh. She knew they would make it through, just the three of them—clanking their glasses together, preparing for the rest of their lives together. She'd be with her boys and they'd face what come at them together.