AN: This is why I shouldn't come down off a caffeine high and think melancholy thoughts before attempting to write. Then again, my wishful thoughts aren't so different from Sora's - my life was so much less complicated six months ago. Not my characters, but you know that.
Sometimes, I wish things could go back to how they used to be – when we were just Sora, Kairi and Riku of Destiny Islands. Before the Heartless, and the keyblades, and Kingdom Hearts. Our biggest problems back then were finding enough wood to build a raft – the raft that's still sitting there on the beach, half-built, a reminder of our lost childhoods. When destiny meant sharing a paopu fruit, not being the Keyblade Master. When shadows weren't filled with monsters, and the secret place wasn't the door to another world.
We wanted to grow up and escape the islands, have adventures, live exciting lives. Now, I've had more than enough adventure to last me a dozen lifetimes. I'd give anything to go back to how things were then. Riku and Kairi probably would, too. I don't want the responsibility of saving the world – I'm too young for that. We all are.
But destiny is what it is, and there's nothing we can do but accept it. We'll fight on because we have to. Someone needs to, after all.
And I'll keep pretending none of it bothers me, because I'm the bubbly, excitable one, right? The one who never gets upset or depressed? Still, if Donald and Goofy saw me getting disheartened, they'd begin to wonder if what we're doing is really worth it. And it is.
AN: Reviews might bring me out of this depression I'm in, so click the button.