This is a short drabble that I imagined in my head. If there are any grammar mistakes, I apologize, for I am not the best at grammar, and I wrote this at midnight. I absolutely became a total kingdom hearts nerd in the past couple weeks. I HATE IT! But love it so... And I just wanted to warn in advance that this is no kairi bashing, and none is allowed here. OR Sora bashing. If you want clarification on anything in this story, please put it in the review, along with how you feel about it, or just message me of something. :D Please read, and tell me what you think. If you must know, or if you haven't figured out yet, this is in Kairi's point of view. Constructive criticism is allowed, but please don't be overbearing. Thank you.

I love him. I really do.

Oh, his smile. Oh, his face. He's perfect, wonderful. That time, he really, truly, had my heart.

His hair makes me want to run my fingers through it. His skin makes me want to hold him. His eyes make me want to melt. His lips make me want to kiss them. And his smile...

Makes me want to die.

He loves me. I know he does. His face lights up around me. His arms hold me close. His hands intertwine with mine. We talk. We laugh. We play, as if we were still young and clueless about what was out there, what was waiting for us. What is still waiting for us. But that adventure is a far off memory, and the road that awaits us is different. This road, this new road that we are on looks simple, but is far from it. The path is smooth, but it isn't paved, like the sandy beach. The path is straight, yet it doesn't lead to one place.

We knew that from the start. We knew that things happened. We knew that, in the end, the outcome might be different than what we expect. But it's too different, too different for me. Maybe it hasn't diverged enough.

Regardless, we both knew.

And on this path we took, we knew what to expect. We knew the warm breezes would sometimes turn into thunder storms. We knew the soft sand that ran between our feet was unstable, and would sometimes make us slip, or sink. And once we got to the cross roads, when the path split into two, he would make a choice. A choice to go onto the paved road, to walk under stable ground, though with even harsher winds and storms, or to continue on the unstable walk, sinking and slipping, though with only few obstacles in the way.

And I knew which one he would take.

Because I know him. I know how he is like. I know what he does is only out of concern, care, and love. A love that is pure. A love that is unconditional, childish, and beautiful. Because the way he loves me is different from any other. He would die for me. He would be my knight in shining armor. His love is beautiful. His love is perfect. It is a very chivalrous love.

A platonic love.

Which is why I knew which one he would take.

His crystal blue eyes averted from mine. His lips left a lingering kiss on my cheek. And his hand slowly slipped from mine. He walked farther and farther away, and as he grew smaller, took the hands of the one he could never say no to. Instead of mine.

As painfully slow as he came into my life, he disappeared.

When he cannot see me, when no one can see me, I always find raindrops as salty as the ocean fall from my eyes. I start to wonder if he ever knew, and I know it wouldn't have changed a thing.

Still, I want him happy. I want him smiling, always smiling, no matter how much I die inside. For to know my savior is happy, I am content with the knowledge he is with the one he loves.

And I'll let my savior be the one to kill me, for he has taken something that I cannot live without.

My heart.