"Riku. It can't be like this."

Those words still echo in my head after all these years. She was my world. I've grown up, although I thought I had already done so. But her memory keeps me alive. Happy and sad times fuel the heart. I learned this the hard way. Sora and Kairi never fell apart like we did. Guess they really were meant for each other.

I'm alone now. Those two left me. So I stay here, hoping someone will come back for me. Too bad I know they won't. The island seems lonely with only one person. After she left, the sun stopped shining for me. The trees have died from too much rain and too little sun. The ocean seems dark and lifeless.

In the end, it wasn't either of our faults. After being experimented on, losing our hearts, and nearly escaping being turned into Dusks, we just didn't have any way to keep holding onto our tattered relationship. And when chaos broke out in the worlds, we were separated. Forever.

I dream about her sometimes. Even though her face has almost disappeared from my memories, I can remember her eyes. Clear green eyes. Piercing through my heart to look into my soul. That thing I lost a while ago. These years have caused me to lose faith, and I eventually lost what made me who I was.

I'm a pathetic human being. So broken up over events that happened in the past. I still can't remember what made my relationship with her so special. But I have traveled into the very heart of darkness. I have seen things that no one should ever have to see.

I watched my lover's heart get torn out of her body. I saw people covered in blood and eating the body parts strewn across the battlefield. I have seen children come out of that terrible experimenting room with body parts missing. I saw a young boy torn apart by wolves, and then dropped from a cliff. I watched a girl my age have her eyes gouged out and then eaten.

The madness let loose by Maleficent killed many innocent people. And half of them were tormented terribly before their death. I watched it all. It rained blood.

My body is still covered in the scars from the experiments. But it is also covered in the cuts I inflicted upon myself. Hoping to end my life, I tried to make myself bleed to death. But it hurts. Because I still have a will to live. I just want to see her one more time.

Sweet sorrow, deliver me from this pain and suffering.

But life and death take no requests.

I know that all. I learned it from Xenon.