Sora walked in the door and sighed. It had been a long day and he needed to relax. He shut the door and leaned his back against it, sighing heavily, the day's events rolling across his backs of his eyelids like a bad movie. Seeing Riku, waving, feeling the familiar warmth in his chest, spending time with him, the warmth growing into a passionate heat that felt like it could ignite his entire being at any moment, and then...

Saying good-bye, feeling the warmth inside him die, he slid a against the wall and began to sob. His heart was so plagued by this wave of emotion, he couldn't stand it anymore. As he cried all he could think about was his silver haired angel. Their lips had touched once. The two of them went swimming because Riku had just built a new boat. He was excited to try it out and dragged Sora with him. All of a sudden, as they were sailing, the boat capsized and Sora's foot was caught on some rope. Riku had to save him and gave him mouth to mouth resuscitation. Though Sora was nearly dead, his eyes fluttered open at the touch. Riku had smiled, so relieved to see him safe, and Sora had felt the overwhelming desire to pull the silver haired boy back down toward him into a kiss once more.

But Sora controlled his desires and smiled back up at the other boy, but since then he couldn't stop thinking about the incident. 'Why?' He thought desperately. 'Why did I have to fall in love with someone who will never return my feelings?!' Sora was still crying as he staggered forward and flopped onto his bed, burying his face in his pillow. He felt the sun slowly begin to set outside his window, the bloody evening sun-beams falling across his lonely bed.

He threw his head back and emitted a wail of sorrow and pain, wondering why things had to be the way they were. He dragged himself into the next room and turned on the television. 'Maybe I can get my mind off things...' The screen portrayed two lovers clinging to a piece of wood in the freezing to death and muttering sweet nothings. It was Titanic. Riku and Sora had watched it together on the night when Sora first recognized his feelings for the other. They shared a blanket together, drinking tea and eating ramen. But that was something he could no longer do. It was too painful for him to be with the silver haired beauty.

It was all her fault. When Riku met Tifa it all went down hill. Sora saw less of him because Riku was always "busy helping Tifa move into the new apartment" or "exploring Twilight Town with Tifa". Riku knew how sensitive Sora was about Twilight Town and how it hurt him because of his nobody. However, he still pressured Sora into joining them at a café. That was before DiZ successfully separated Roxas from him. 'How come he gets to be happy??' Roxas had found happiness with Olette and that ate Sora inside.

Sora hadn't ever been a jealous person. He was cheerful, loving...happy. Not anymore. He couldn't fake that persona.

He wasn't with Riku.

Sora turned off the TV and buried his head in his arms.