A/n: All angst. ALL. Disclaimer: I do not own, nor ever will, Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters. Maybe if I earn some huge wages somewhere, but not likely. One-shot, more like a drabble than a full scale story. Actually this isn't anything near a story. In fact, let's just say the word "story" was never mentioned.

I Am the Rain

I watched as you kissed her, Sora. I saw your beautiful lips stroke hers lightly like they were supposed to touch mine and my blood turned to ice, my thoughts to poison. All I heard was my heat beat quicken, until the pain consumed it. I fell into despair again.

The pain engulfed me. Have you ever been so cold, even dead inside, and have someone who is like your light, just to find them loving someone else? How could you do this to me, Sora?

Maybe you're not completely to blame. Maybe I wrought these thorns on myself, searching to capture the beautiful rose. Maybe the hurt is my only escape.

No, I refuse to let you slide away from me again. It's Kairi. I never loved her. She was a puppet. A silly little marionette to get your attention. I live for you, Sora; I love you, not her. She is imperfection, you are perfection.

You may not think I hear when you talk, but I am ceaselessly listening, registering every emotion to run across your angelic face. Every tear that anyone would draw from your deep sapphire eyes I would wipe away, offering the only comfort I could as the forever "best friend". Any doubt you'd ask, I would answer.

Your face haunts my once serene dreams; the thought of you causes my world to spin until I can't take it anymore and I fall back into the eternal slumber my soul has chosen. The frost that covers me has taken so long to chip away, so long to melt, helped by your smile of everlasting warmth that I could never have.

The frost returned last night. While I watched you smile at her like you would me after I'd fight away the demon's that plagued your innocent and naïve mind. Does she offer the same support? The same devotion I've given you over the course of my life?

My life, Sora. My life on the balance. Stuck between your unknown realization and my fantasy world, full of the peace my body has longed for for so long. The rain is what I come to find. I am the rain, slipping through your fingers, while you are the sun, basking everyone in your brightness.

I often sit on the beach, letting the rain soak me, so when one has seen the wetness on my face; no one assumes it was my silent tears. Seeing my slow breath in front of me, as if it is shortening, calms the raging storm inside my head. If only it would rain everyday, so I could release these echoed tears.

I am the rain and you are the sun. Now I see what separates us.