Dancing

Ever since she came to the island, he had noticed that she loved to dance.

He would see her near the ocean by herself sometimes, twirling and spinning to music only she could hear, the short auburn hair rustling with the wind. Though she would stumble on occasion, faltering, it would still be beautiful in his eyes.

Hidden away in the shadows he would watch, wanting to touch her but not daring to. He wished he could dance with her, but was afraid of tainting something so pure. He had been scarred. When he danced, it was awkward and rough, nothing like the almost angelic movements of the one he adored. His grace had been stolen from him long ago.

So he went on, never letting her know of his presence, fearing the horrible sound of shattering glass that would be her broken innocence. So fragile, she was... He didn't want to hurt her. It was the last thing he wanted to do.

Soon a boy came along, radiant as the girl, and they danced together. Their souls bright and shining, they almost glowed as they moved together, and the other, with his blackened heart, watched from afar. He was alone. He was envious of the boy for stealing the one thing he held dear.

But somewhere, deep inside, he knew that he could never share in their joy.

For Sora and Kairi were the light, destined to be together for eternity. And Riku was the darkness, fated to loneliness and despair until his death.