gad, i just cant use semi-colons properly. i dunno why, i just can't. another angst-y one-shot. Kingdome Hearts this time. poor Riku, i dunno about this one, I can just picture it in my head, it didn't come out write on paper (or word) to me. Riku has always struck me as the suicidal type. lemmie know what you think.

me, being a ditz, forgot something.

DISCLAIMER! I own! I own! Alas, just not Kingdom Hearts.

.x. A Letter to my Dead Best Friend .x.

The once sweet taste of the ice cream burns as it touches my tongue. Disgusting. I make a face as I drop it into the ocean. It has never tasted as wonderful since you left.

The note said you were gay. It said you liked me. If you had told me I would have blushed, but said the same. See, it could have ended differently, so why did you pull that trigger? You never even tried to tell me. You were gorgeous, I wished I looked like you did, your long quicksilver hair, porcelain skin and aquamarine eyes, but in your coffin, none of that mattered. What mattered is that you would never blink, or laugh, or even breathe. What mattered was that the note you left had too many unanswered questions.

I'm in therapy now; like it's honestly helping. Can you smell the sarcasm? My mom insisted. She was so upset. If you were here, you would laugh at this, and together we would scorn upon my little "help sessions". Then again, if you were here I wouldn't be forced to 'talk about my feelings'.

Was life really so bad for you? Was the darkness really so painful to life with? Why weren't Kairi and I enough to keep you alive? You're probably up there now, reading over my shoulder and smirking at the corniness of it all, me writing a letter to my dead friend. Or maybe you were right, and you plunged straight to Hell.

If you are in Hell please make a mark of any shape, form, or size on my paper in the space provided, even if it reads 'Sora you idiot stop wasting your time and do something worthwhile like burning small children in parks.' Hah. That was a joke. Get it? I guess it wasn't that funny. You aren't laughing. Damn.

(Space Provided)

Come on, Riku…

Ah-ha! So I was right! Either that, or you couldn't figure out how to use my pencil. I am rooting for the first option. I hope you are happy up there, I guess you weren't down here among the living. Is it nice? Will I like it? Will I get to be with you and yell at you for being an idiot? I hope so.

I think I might join you sooner then I expected. Things aren't the same since you left us heartlessly. Ha. Another joke. I crack myself up. Technically, you never were a heartless. That was me. Get it? Oh well, you get the point. Anyway, Kairi started smoking. I hate it when she coughs; it just makes me think of her getting lung cancer, multiple surgeries, and then dieing. Wow, I'm morbid. Scary. I used to cry when the characters in those video games and movies you liked died, and now here I am ranting about Kairi. Ironic. I blame therapy.

In summary, I am now certifiably insane, slightly suicidal, and completely and utterly in love with a dead person, and that person happens to be a guy. We all miss you, even the people who made fun of you. They all are scared they will go straight to Hell. They are all trying to be nicer, in fear of karma, quite ironic, if you think about it.

Well, damn, there's my mom. This concludes my ranting to myself and to my dead beast friend and crush. See you soon, make sure to find me. I would have you promise, but you can't answer.

I lov- Missing You,

Sora