Sunsets
Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes.
"Kairi."
Bittersweet, it was. The first and last thing to come from his mouth. For so long, anything but her name had slipped through those lips. It almost sounded foreign to her, but she recognized it. That was her favorite thing about her "pirate man."
When holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen.
And the whole time while always giving.
She never even took the time to respond to him properly. Not even when they were playing charades. So forceful, the young girl could be. But not this time. She just yanked his hand and put it in hers. Chapped lips pursed and scarred cheeks pulled them at the corners like marionettes. A smile? He tried, for her.
Counting your face among the living.
He looked so much different. Youthful, even, without that silly black robe on. A white shirt, a black jacket, and a red scarf. Though he appeared to blend into society, his image remained distinct to her. That's how she wanted it, though.
"Braig."
Up and down escalators, pennies and colder fountains.
Elevators and half priced sales, trapped in by all these mountains.
So foolish, he thought, of his feelings to erupt inside when she'd call his name. Different feelings from when she'd consistently insult him, belittle him, eventually demoralize him. Not like those mattered to him, anyway. Damn jailbait girl. But, his heart didn't care whether or not it was foolish. It was still her.
He did have a heart, after all.
"Yeah."
Running away and hiding with you.
The process was simple, yet complex. To fully realize each other, what they had become, and what they would be, they simply had to call it out. Before, they rejected it entirely, but this time…they ran. Sprinted, even, to the place he promised complete isolation yet never true loneliness.
A place only their hearts could find—the edge of the horizon.
I never thought they'd get me here.
"Hey," she whispered, pointing at the other souls gathered. How many other people could there be, their hearts shackled together by endless amounts of rejection? Inconceivable. A finger touched splitting lips, peeling and bleeding. A signal?
Not knowing you'd change from just one bite.
No. A gesture. An invitation and a refusal. Which one would she choose, though?
I fought them all off just to hold you close and tight.
Neither. The finger dropped, and slowly and surely, so did she- into his arms, his lips, his heart.
"Kairi."