notes; Riku's guilt complex makes me a happy fangirl. 8D;;
Close To You
Riku wakes up, still tired but wide awake. The nightmare doesn't stop echoing until the lights are on and he's looked in the mirror. Still me. Still me, still me, still me. But it's dark, and he's afraid of that - and there's so much of it, he thinks helplessly. So much darkness and the lights don't matter because it's in him.
Still me.
Kairi is used to the nightly visits. She sleeps during her free period at school, and yawns through out her classes, but gives him the most pointed looks when he apologizes. It's almost midnight when he walks to her house. Dirt and sand roads are both familiar and not, but somehow reassuring. The words 'it's okay,' are a mantra, repeating in his head. It stops feeling effective long before he stops thinking it.
It's okay.
She always has drinks prepared. Tea on a cool night, hot chocolate if it's cold. She leads him to her room, and they talk about nothing for hours. She does most of the talking, because his voice cracks when he tries. He just listens, and looks out her bedroom window. The ocean, at night, is pitch black, and the sky above it is such a dark blue - but the stars. Focus on the stars.
It's not okay.
She hugs him and runs her hand through his hair. She lets him cling to her and doesn't mind her shirt getting wet as he cries. Kairi just whispers and murmurs to him. I'm here, Everyone forgives you, and It's okay, Riku. It's okay. It's okay.