Waiting For You
I sat in a Paopu fruit tree and stare out towards the water.
I wonder, "Should I go?"
I start to think I see your face as I keep my gaze, but I shake my head and close my eyes, my mind is going into a tizzy.
Why haven't you come back?
You said you and the others were going to be gone for a few days,
Not over a week.
I put my hand on the area of my chest, where my nonexistent heart is, open my eyes at the sunset, and I grab the silver, teardrop shaped locket that you gave me for my nineteenth birthday.
That was two weeks ago…
A week before you and the others left.
I allowed my finger to skim across the flames, that you had engraved into it, several times and looked at the beach.
The waves were crashing on the sand, telling me that the winds are going to be harsh that night.
I wonder if it'll be pitch black later…
I start to remember that one time when you were still here and we were walking along the beach, talking about random things like we usually did.
You gave me that locket that night, that night which was two weeks ago.
My eyes traveled to the beach that was just a little bit ahead, seeing our friend.
She walked to where I was and I could hear her call my name, the one given to me by Xemnas.
I called back to her and looked away from the sunset and towards her.
She indicated to me that she had dinner ready and that I needed to come along.
I took another moment to look at the sun, watching the sky go "black", and then jump off the tree, walking along with her back to wherever she had made the meal.
We lived on islands by ourselves, except for once in a while when her boyfriend came along.
I always asked him, "Do you know anything about 'im? Is he with you? Are any of them with you?", but he always told me no.
I still had the locket in my hand, still letting my finger graze over the imprinted blaze.
You said you'd be back in a few days, but you're not and you're worrying me, dear.
I asked that same question that I asked earlier in my head, "Should I go?"
I decide to stay.
You don't need more worry and stress on top of what you must already have.
When you come back, I will be here…
Waiting for you.
