The noose didn't swing anymore; it just hung heavily in the dark.
When Riku's mother opened the door to wake him for school, the first thing she saw was the light hit drooping grayish locks. She screamed.
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Sora was in school when he heard, doodling absently on a test he knew he'd failed. Everyone expected him to cry. But he didn't. He simply asked them to give him a minute alone.
The ocean waves barely suppressed his screaming, his cursing whoever decided to hand him this fate. For a moment he forgot his resolutions, called his keyblade into existence, and prepared to impale himself.
The brunette fell to the ground instead, finally in tears as he threw the golden sword into nearby rocks. Even that couldn't kill him; just double himself for twice the pain. Oh, but how being a heartless would suffice, ripping everyone until they felt how he did.
But heroes didn't become monsters, even in darkness, and so there was no solution. No solution for this overwhelming hurt, no cure for this hole in his chest bigger than any nobodies'.
No way to bring his best friend back.
Riku.
"I wish you'd stop running. "