AN: This story, though very short, is something incredibly close to my heart, and incredibly painful to write. Sometimes, though, you just have to get the words out, and when there's nobody you can really talk to, writing is the only outlet. This is for prompt 28 on the list - "Sorrow".
I keep telling myself it was inevitable, as if somehow that will lessen the pain. So far, it's done absolutely nothing to help - I still cry at the slightest reminder of you, still can't sleep at night, knowing you're no longer there beside me. You defied everybody's expectations for so long, I started to believe that the treatment had worked, that it had cured you. Hope is cruel, because it meant your death came as that much more of a shock.
I remember thinking, when the doctor said the cancer was terminal, that we had a matter of weeks, maybe six months if you did particularly well. You told me all the things you wanted to do, all the places you wanted to go. I wanted you to have those experiences, so that's exactly what happened. If it hadn't been for the pills you had to take several times a day, nobody would even have suspected you had cancer. Those two years were both the best and worst times of my life. There were moments, when you had that bright smile of yours, that even I forgot how ill you really were.
Sometimes, when I wake up, I reach out for you, and it breaks my heart every time, when I realise you aren't there. I'll love you and miss you for as long as I live, my beautiful Kairi. Sora keeps asking me how I am, and hinting that I need to move on. Roxas is more understanding, but then he knows me better. When I love someone, I don't let go of them easily.
We'll meet again, Kairi, I'm sure of it. We'll meet again, in the next life.
AN: Well, I did tell you it was short.
