Selflessness
Sora's hands itch to wield his keyblade once more, to feel the sure power of it back in his grasp. Kairi knows this, knows this all too well. She sees the deep longing to fight in his eyes when he's sitting on their bed and staring out at the sunset, the amber light pulling out the secrets in his blue eyes. She's realized that he isn't innocent anymore. He's been hardened by his battles where she was absent, unable to save him from the darkness that she knows has consumed part of him, now. But, to Kairi, he is still Sora – her Sora.
Sometimes he awakes her in the night, his moans of fear and his war cries strike dread in her unknowing heart. She puts her hand on his shoulder and nudges him, trying desperately to save him from his nightmare before it's too late. He always rises with fright, grasping her arm with an iron-grip and a foreign emotion secreted within the depths of his eyes. Always at these times in the night does Kairi refrain from weeping. She sees the tear stains on his cheek when he turns to look at her, his face expressing gratefulness. She kisses him then, thinking that her love can take away the pain in his soul, even when she knows it can't. She can stand to be in denial for a short while.
There are some days, though, that are the worst. Sora will disappear for hours, not bothering to call and let her know that he is okay. Yet, Kairi knows where he is. She always knows. After several hours pass and go, she steps out of their home, the weather normally betraying how she feels. She takes slow, disturbing steps, wanting to give Sora more time to sort himself out before she comes for him, before she always comes for him. He is on the shore, the shore that holds as many memories as there are grains of sand. Sora is trying to swim to someplace he remembers from so long ago. He cries out to his own ghosts that he needs to save them, that he needs to come and save them before the darkness consumes their world. Kairi stands by, in the ocean water up to her knees, watching him with such deep, torturing heartache that she cannot breathe. Then, Sora understands that he lives in a time and place that exists no longer, and he turns to her, his head bobbing in the water. He rushes to her, and presses her to his wet clothes. His is cold, his teeth chatter. His fingertips are wrinkled and his body trembles. But Kairi is there to bring him back, she is always there to bring him back. He sobs on the way back to their home, but no tears surface. He will only let himself cry in his sleep. Kairi lets herself cry for him when he can't. Her heart feels his pain, his pain that chokes him, that torments him, that slowly kills him. But Kairi is always there to save him, always.
Some mornings, Sora will sit at the table staring at his untouched food. His shoulders sag, that familiar look of pain is in his eyes. Kairi will look at him for a long while until he looks up at her. His chocolate locks shine in the sunlight through the window, his strong, durable figure illuminated.
He always asks, "Why do you do this for me?"
Kairi smiles and does not respond. She walks to his side and kisses him, believing for today that she can heal his invisible wounds. She believes in Sora, she believes that he can overcome all of his obstacles, even if one of his obstacles is overcoming himself. Kairi puts her faith in him even if he doesn't have any faith in himself, she fights for him when he doesn't feel like fighting, she always comes to save him when he can't save himself.
Kairi loves Sora, and she trusts that one day her love for him will be enough to save him from himself.
Thank you so much for reading this. Mmmm... it's time for breakfast.