disclaimer: I figure if I owned KH I would know what the beads on the Orgy XIII coats look like. TTxTT
warning: the usual. het, if you're used to my shonen-ai. xD;; uh, me playing around with words etc.
You wait for him everyday.
Nearly everyday for nearly one entire year (365 days)—
It's become habit for you; you've done it for so long (too long).
You can barely remember his name (Sayo? Saku?) and one day you're sure (absolutely sure) he had blond hair and green eyes and the next you're sure (positively sure) he had black hair and brown eyes but the one thing that you're absolutely positively sure of is that you've always been waiting for him and that you always will.
Some days you wonder why you do this for him, this faceless nameless person that you can only vaguely remember but then some unbidden, faint, not there memory of the past comes up and you remember how happy he made you and that's enough (just. enough.) to keep you at the beach day after day after day staring at an empty horizon (too empty) that used to hold so much promise for you and him(...you can't remember his name, but you're sure will someday--).
But then one day (Sunday) it's different.
You can feel it's different (too different), and for once (just. this. once.) it actually feels like he's (Sora's) going to come back soon and you know it.
But the problem (just one problem?) is, he doesn't, so you inevitably decide to go off to look for him (and vice versa?).
And find him you do, but the thing (just one thing?) is—you get separated again (not again).
So you're back at home (home. sweet. home.) staring once again (not again) at the empty horizon (that used to hold so much promise for the both of you--) and wondering when he'll come back again (once again).
But you're not worrying that much, really. (really?)
He'll come back to you someday (one day).
(He has to--)
Please don't kill me. xD;;
I know, I haven't written anything in like, over a week.
Which is really long compared to my previous update rate...
And yeah. Before you come at me with pitchforks, I know
this is Kaiora. I really don't know why I wrote this. Really.
(Or if you're Sherry or Celisse, I didn't write this. Really).
It was originally written in my regular writing style (at midnight)
But then while typing it up I started playing around with words, etc.
Most of the stuff in brackets is what I added on during typing it up.
Anyways, thanks for reading this!
-namikun