I don't own Kingdom Hearts, or any of the characters in it. This was most definitely inspired by the song 'Lullaby' by Hypnogaja. Listen to it while you read this.


He swore that everytime they touched, angels would sing their praises, gracing them with a plethora of music that filled his heart to the brim. This feeling, he would never get enough of it. There was not a name for what he felt. There were no words for him to voice what he wanted to say. In the end, this fairytale was nothing that he could save from tragedy. There was always a story that held false accusations of pure intentions.

Aquamarine eyes gazed upon him as he stood, staring into the pale face that held nothing. The former glory of that smirk, holding onto his heart with a tight grasp that he knew was something he would never escape. There were no hints of this man, the person he had held so dearly in what he could now call a former life.

His fingers tingled, that familiar sensation of the keyblades' regeneration beginning to make it's way through his arm. Before anything can happen, or his body can make a rash move, he clenches his hand into a tight fist, perhaps in one last attempt to reach him. The brunette calls, voice desperate; pleading, almost.

He swore that everytime they touched, angels would sing.

It must've been forever. His eyes, red and puffy from the tears his frail body could no longer contain. This feeling, he despised it more then he despised the very person that had tore the beauty of the world he had once lived in from him. There was no name for what he was feeling, and the words he wished to conjure up would not come. There was no one in the world who could make him feel like this, other then the person that stood in front of him now.

With such little strength, he pulled himself to his feet, one hand resting shakily over the area where his heart should be beating. Time had stood still, and he realizes it. Once again the salty drops of water roll down his cheeks. Were they his own, or was he perhaps allowing himself to be used? It didn't matter much, whether what he was feeling belonged to him or not.

He swore that everytime he remembered the times they would touch, the angels would shed tears, weeping for the feelings that had been lost in the depths of an abyss, unreachable and forever forgotten. He could've sworn he'd whispered, "Don't leave" as he watched the only person he would ever love caress him gently. He could've sworn that the reassuring words he had heard were, "I would never." before those warm hands killed what was left of his heart and left him on the ground, weeping as the dreams he had once held so tightly to shattered.

He swore that they had touched with passion and love, if only in his dreams ...