His _ was broken.
heart
They tried to spare his _.
feelings
But his _ was still there.
sadness
Rain was completely unlikely on Destiny Islands, but the forecast was the least to worry about being odd for the islanders. In the past month life had been turned upside down for the locals, but none more so than a particular boy.
A spiky-haired teenager lay slumped on his couch, staring at the ceiling with a hollow gaze. He was dressed in all black attire, despite not attending the funeral that had taken place that day. So many thoughts flashed through his head, but only one stayed there in secret, hiding among the others.
Did I ever remember to bake her a cake?
I need to sell a few old things.
Someone needs to shut that dog up next doors.
I wonder if I should take xylophone lessons.
Riku should have asked Charlotte out before she got away.
What was that lady's number...?
The mere thought set him ablaze again. He clenched his fists, beginning his rampage on the living room. He kicked over the coffee table, letting out all of his rage. He couldn't stand that he'd be left all alone now. He couldn't handle the horrible truth that she was gone.
He punched the walls, even kicked the t.v. screen in. His rage led him down the halls and into his own bedroom, leading him to tear it to pieces. Why should he have anything if the world would tear away everything that really mattered to him? He ran back down the hall, stopping in front of the only room left to redesign.
Lexi...
He stared at the doorknob, his heart rate slowing at the thought of ever going back into that room. Slowly he reached for it, his hand coiling over a piece of dry ice, over a burning hot coal. His entire being screamed "Don't go in!", but it would only be a matter of time. He turned the knob, pushing open the door with a soft huff.
Inside it was chilly to the bone, as if the room felt dead without it's master present. He saw the old posters still hanging up and her bed was as messy as ever. He walked farther in, laying his hand on top of the side table. His eyes fell on the partially open drawer, peering inside to see a book cover. He opened it, taking out what appeared to be a kind of journal. It's cover was black leather, with a strap holding it closed. He lifted the strap and opened the book, finding her handwriting written there in a red pen.
Hi.
I guess that's how you'd start. I would assume only I'd be reading this, but someone today told me Sora probably would be.
I'll kill you if you're really reading this, Sora!
Sora couldn't help but smile at the ironic threat, brushing tears out of his eyes as he continued to read.
So that someone I mentioned, I don't really know her name but I feel like I should. Anyway, she said to start keeping track of all of these days, so like you would guess I told her "hell no." Then she said it would threaten my future if I didn't, and for some reason that threat is still in my head.
So I've decided I will. Hope I can keep up, I plan on putting everything down.
Here's to the beginning of my life story!