Thirteen
Thirteen is a bad number to many, especially to the superstitious.
But it never bothered him much, not because he wasn't superstitious.
Because thirteen haunted him everywhere—even to his other self.
It was the number of times Seifer would challenge him in a week.
It was the number of times his friends would chide him for being a space cadet.
The number of times he tripped when he first tried to ride a skateboard.
The number of times he contemplated suicide when he found out that his life was a complete lie.
It would've been easy too. All he needed to do was stick the oversized metal key into his chest and leave the world as it is; nobody and heartless filled.
Of course, all the other lives he knew would be lost soon after; Hayner, Ollette, Pence, Seifer, and later on, Donald, Goofy, Kairi, Riku…
All of those lives would be lost if he gave up.
So he didn't even though his head was hurting and his heart was pounding.
And all he wanted to do was sleep forever.
Thirteen was the number he was in Organization XIII.
Thirteen was the number of times he tried to go back to his world of lies—before he changed his mind thirteen other times.
Thirteen was with him even when he was Sora.
Thirteen was the number of times Sora yawned when he was in the gummi ship.
Thirteen was the number Kairi and Sora glanced at each other when they all got back.
Thirteen was the number of many things in his life.
And to many; thirteen is a very inauspicious number.
Isn't it ironic that it was his number?
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Notes:
It feels unfinished but I have no idea how to finish it. But I was bored…really bored…really really bored…really really REALLY bored. Anyways, I was thinking that leaving your life—no matter how crappy it is—wouldn't be a split second decision…or at least that's what I remember…I only played the Japanese version.
Ayumi-hime
