Hello, I've edited this story slightly because I felt like it wasn't as good as the first one. I hope you enjoy this version more and remember: this is one of three stories.
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I Remember
I have fond memories of them, of my boys, they were mine. I watched over them, I cared for them, I looked after them. As they were my boys and they always shall be. No matter what happens to us.
I always liked to remember all the good times we had together, the times we pulled pranks, played on the beach and slept over each other's houses. The times we helped each other with homework or did some silly thing we deemed important.
It all seems like...a Fairy Tale now. Almost like a dream. But never like a reality. Not anymore.
. . . .
Not long after Sora taught Riku and I how to fly a war broke out. We all knew it would at some point, it had been brewing for months now and we saw it coming. We ignored the warnings, ignored the truth, ignored how the war crept closer and closer, how it suffocated us slowly, until finally, it drove us apart.
We knew that we couldn't ignore it forever but by the time we realised that it was too late.
But, even so, I wanted to ignore it forever.
Sora thought I was being stupid.
Riku knew that I was.
Sora was called up and had to leave Riku and I behind. He promised to come back, which he did but, he came back cold, different, depressed. Almost as if he had left his heart and soul on the battle field and thinking about it...he probably had. Riku followed him into battle soon after and, he too, came back different.
War had changed them, hurt them, aged them.
I yearned to help them was desperate to bring my boys back, but there was nothing I could do or could have done.
. . . .
They left again, not even a month after they came back they were called away again. Sora's third time and Riku's second. I hated it. I knew that they couldn't take much more, that they were both so close to breaking, to shattering, so badly that even I would not be able to pick up the pieces.
The only thing that I truly felt like I could do was fly, as ridiculous as it sounds, I felt close to them by doing so.
Some said I was being a naïve child, others were sure that it was my way of coping. But I truly believed that they would come back to me if I used all my faith to life my feet from the ground and used it to soar the skies.
. . . .
The problem with the word 'Believe' is that it has the word 'Lie' hidden and tucked away inside it. I should have known that flying wouldn't be enough, I should have demanded that they stayed with me. But should haves and what ifs won't bring them back. They're gone. My feet are now firmly grounded.
"Kairi, Sora and Riku's last words were that they wished they could have joined you in the sky one last time."
Around my head those words went. Over and over. I wasn't there to hear those words myself.
. . . .
So as I stood in black, rain pouring down my pale face mixing with my tears and plastering my hair to my head, I had only one thought. When it's my time to join them it will be high above the London lights. I will make sure it is. Because even though I can't fly, at least now they can.
. :Kingdom Hearts © Square Enix: .