There are just so many promises, and even if one is a lie, that's enough for me to not want to try.Riku made so many promises
'I'll take care of you,' he had whsipered as he held her broken form in his arms.
'I'll come back, I promise,' he said, confidently looking into her eyes.
'I love you, forever,' he murmered into her hair, one cool night under the stars.
'I'll be your hero,' he resolutely told her, young and aspiring for greater things.
'I'll come back,' he promised her before turning away, for what neither of them knew to be the last time, and yellow star-shaped fruit dangling from a silver chain in his hand.
But he didn't, and she knew he wasn't ever going to, ever. The ghostly girl twirled a stray lock of pale blonde hair around a thin finger, staring vacantly out the window panes onto the perfectly trimmed lawn, so different from the sand and beach scenary she made in her sketchpad.
Times had changed, so much so fast. So many events whirled by, there, but observed by an outsider, where she would have usually been taking part in the events. Not anymore, though. His leaving had changed her, for the worse. She no longer wore colors, resorting back to the comfort of white. She had become anti-social, spending the days in front of the large Victorian style window, watching the never changing sky.
But, something was different now. The orange and red and pink and purple colors of the sky all blurred together, eventually settling into a blue hue, no clouds floating above. Her window was gone, too. The perfectly trimmed yard was gone, replaced with warm sand and seashells in the shape of shooting stars. In the distance, were two shapes, but a tree blocked their bodies from view. The only part visible were the heads. More specifically, red and silver heads. Very close to each other. And if she looked, squinted, hard enough, she could see a small, delicate hand intertwine itself in silver.
And, as if whiped away with an eraser, the tree was gone, revealing the bodies. A tall, silver man clad in long jeans, and a yellow vest.
"Riku," Namine breathily exhaled, taking a step forward. All of a sudden, she was right there, right next to them.
And what she saw, changed her, broke her. The two, her Riku, and a red haired girl in a pink dress with her arms around him, kissing. Namine tried screaming his name, only to find that she lost the ability to speak. So, she tried touching him. Her hand went right through. And that was it, she was back in her room, looking out the window once more, broken and lost.
Riku made so many promises, to one person, none of them kept.