For a while he sits there. It is dark, it is cold, it is wet. And it is, above all these things, silent.
The silence is both soothing and unsettling, welcoming and yet stifling all at once. He has no cover for his head, no protection from the rain that has gone beyond just seeping into his dark cloak and his clothes. The coldness rivulets down his skin, sliding and merging with the rest of the water dripping from him.
But strangely enough, the feeling of being drenched to the bone calms him. He feels clear, and if he had the will to, he might have even smiled just a pinch.
From the edge of the clock tower's ledge, he could see the whole of Twilight Town. In the midst of rain, he could see the lit windows of the buildings and houses, the glow like thousands of little star lights or fireflies in the dark. He could see people walking through the streets, couples walking under shared umbrellas and laughing children stomping hard into puddles.
He thinks, of things he wanted to do once this was all done, things he would see, things he would say. He thought of the last time he had sat still anywhere, and he thought about the flavor of sea-salt ice cream on a summer day and how it might melt over his fingers and stick them together. He thought of sand between his toes and the smell of ocean and the texture of paopu fruit.
When Naminé finds him, he is still sitting at the edge of the building. The silvery strands of his hair stick to the sides of his face and the bridge of his nose, and his eyelashes try vainly to support the heavy droplets of rain that splatter onto his cheeks despite their effort. The rain has not let up, rather it feels as though it is pouring down even more torrentially.
She walks and stands next to him, holding an umbrella in her left hand, its white colour glowing in the darkness of the sky surrounding them. Clad only in her sandals, her feet are expectedly wet and her blonde hair seems to be a little damp, despite her protection.
She stands there without saying anything, and for a time, they are both still and silent. A low rumble of thunder precedes after a brief flash of lightning in the distance.
"I want him to see this with me." He says softly. Without his gestures, Namine already knows what he means. The town, the lights, the people.
The normalcy of it all.
For awhile, the sound of the rain embraces them. Any stranger seeing the both of them now would be able to tell that he does not plan to leave sooner than later, even if he might very well be in danger of catching a cold or something worse. She places a hand to his shoulder gently, looking out at the same lights he did.
"Just a little longer." Naminé says at last, "Just wait a little longer, Riku."
Imperceptibly, he sighs, the sound drowned out by the storm.
"I know."