THIS STORY CAN BE READ IN TWO WAYS. IN THE POINT OF VIEW OF:
SORA
OR
RIKU.
This drabble's direction is left to you to decide.
You don't want to breathe, but your body does it for you.
In the water, gravity pulls you down until the waves close over your head and every inhale and exhale is your body's instinctive struggle to fight. Your lungs work furiously against the water's blockage and searches out that empty pocket of oxygen to keep your blood vessels flowing and your heart pumping.
Water is a stronger force than your lungs and it collapses its weight on you, gradually carrying you down to its abyss. Your mouth opens and closes like a gutted fish, but only salt water flows inside instead of air – pure island air. And like a set of dominos, one body function after another starts to shut down.
YOU WANT TO LIVE --
-- because you're not as brave as everyone thinks you are. Everyone thinks that you're a hero, but you were never meant to be a one. You're just an islander boy, a lover, a best friend, and you have never meant to be caught in a fight that wasn't yours. The world is too much of a responsibility to handle. You may hold the power of the keyblade, but you're nothing more than its vessel to carry out its action.
Death meets you in between the fight for living and giving up. It holds you by the shoulders and leads you towards the latter of the two.