He loved her, everything about her.
He loved how small she was compared to him.
He would run up and wrap his arms around her. She would giggle and twist in his arms until she could wrap her arms around his neck. To him, she seemed so tiny, so fragile. She was someone he had to protect at all cost because it would kill him if she was gone. He knew she could rip a Heartless in two in no time but to him she always needed protection.
He loved how she saw things.
To him, the glass had liquid in it. There was next to no point in living. A sunset was the end of the day. He trusted almost no one, except her and their friends. But to her, the glass was half full. To her, life was full of promise. She saw a sunset as the end of one day and the beginning of another. She trusted everyone, even traitors and enemies and liars because that was simply who she was. And he loved her for it.
He loved the things she collected.
When he would walk into her room, it was always filled with little trinkets she found. Shells, bottle caps, little glass bottles, beads, broken pieces of glass, small mirror fragments, anything shiny, popsicle sticks, bracelets, necklaces, hair clips, pins, and even a miniature figure of a horse. Everything has a place in her room. Even someone as broken as he was. Especially someone like him, she would always say.
He loved the way she smiled.
He would burst into her room, or run up to her, and show her something he found, or tell her something he did. She would look, or listen, and her smile would slowly spread across her face. That smile belonged to no one but her. The way it glowed, just like she did, and the way it lit up his world, just like when they first met. He couldn't go one day without seeing that smile, and they both knew it. And so she kept smiling, just for him.
He loved the way she laughed.
She would run up to him, his smile bright on her face, and glow. She'd let her words fly right into his ears, and her laugh would come bubbling out of her. That tinkling sound, the sound of pure joy-he could never get enough of it. He would never tire of it. Sometimes he'd sneak up on her and tickle her just to hear he laugh. Her face would light up, her cheeks would turn red, and that peal of pure joy and happiness would sound. He was addicted to that sound.
He loved the taste of her lips.
He would walk, or run most of the time, up to her, planning to give her a simple peck. But once he kissed her, he just couldn't stop. He couldn't pull away. The taste of her lips, like strawberries and whipped cream and honey-he never could get enough of her. He would go on kissing her until she pulled away, laughing, saying maybe next time. And he knew there would always be a next time.
He loved the way she made promises.
He knew he could always trust her. She always told the truth, always, to him. He knew that if she promised something, she would always keep that promise. Even if it meant she had to disappear. Even if it ripped their hearts apart. She would keep her promises, and he would trust her. Even when she left. She kept her promise-it hurt, but he always trusted her to do the right thing. For both of them. So at the end, when she made her last promise, he knew it would come true. And he promised her, the first and last promise he would ever make, and keep, that they would meet again.
He loved her. He would love her forever. Even when they were both gone. Because they were two halves of the same person. And they would always be together.
Author's note: YAY first story (actually second) posted on here! I first thought of this when I beat 358/2 Days and was crying over Xion's death. I wrote it to fit Roxas and Xion, but it could apply to almost any boy-girl pairing in Kingdom Hearts.
Hopefully I don't accidently delete this story like my other....
Oh! And please tell me how good/horrible this story pweeeeeeeeease!