I walked down the road to the address, which, if I remembered correctly, was Riku's. "Gosh, I hope he still lives here," I murmured to myself. It was this one… No, it was that one! Yes, it's that one! I picked up my pace as I easily recognized his house. When I reached the walkway of his picture perfect white house, I slowed. My feet felt as though they were stuck in cement blocks. The few seconds it took to make my way up the walk felt like years. In a sense, it had been years. It had been fifteen years since I last saw Riku. I stood at his door, my hand poised, ready to knock for three minutes before I actually knocked. I knocked four times and waited. After a minute I saw the curtains move and a flash of Riku's face in the window left of the door. I smiled and waited for him to open the door, but I got an entirely different response.
"Go away, Sora," was the quiet response. I frowned and stood there, very disappointed. As I was about to walk away, I heard muffled sobs. Quietly, I turned back around and tried the doorknob. It was unlocked. Slowly and ever so quietly I opened the door and stepped inside the house. I thought about calling out his name, but he'd just tell me to go away again. I didn't need to call his name though; he was laying face first on his couch. I stood beside him for a moment in silence.
"Riku," I murmured and knelt down beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"I thought you loved me...I loved you," Riku cried into the pillow on the couch. "You left me twice; twice, Sora," he sat up and I sat down beside him, wrapping him in my embrace. "Do you know how much that hurt me?" Riku asked, looking into my eyes with his sad ones.
"I do," I murmured. It was the truth. I did know how much it hurt him; it had hurt me just as much, if not more. At that, I kissed him on the cheek, Riku falling asleep in my arms moments later after years of tears and worry.