A/N: I should totally be in bed because I have to get up in 5 hours for my class. I should be working on my other fics. But as I was lying in bed, trying to get to sleep, this came to me. I wrote this in 20 minutes so excuse me for the lameness that is this drabble. Yes, I do believe this is a drabble and I totally know that this has been done before. However, it was eating at my brain so I had to get up from my comfy bed and write this. I'm so sorry for the major suckage that is this fic. I seriously can't write drabbles and oneshots. I don't know why I'm trying. I'm not even depressed or anything so this drabble isn't depressing. I think. I hope not. I hope you guys like this.
He had the personality of a five year old on a permanent sugar high. He was bright and bubbly, like an open book, devoid of any artifice. He skipped instead of walked, he smiled instead of frowned, and thought the world of everyone and everything. He didn't believe that there was such a thing as true evil. He believed that, somehow, in someway, there was inherent good in all.
He was my star, shining brightly in a world that was devoid of all light.
Even when the experiment lifted me by my shoulder and sucked my energy and life out of me, I thought only of him. As I faded, I thought of his beautiful smile. I thought of the way his eyes shined at me, sparkling with love and mischief. I never believed that we didn't have emotions. Hearts we didn't have. But emotions… that was a different story. I thought of his how his lips tasted, like sugar and salt. He tasted like ice cream and the water he loved so much.
I know that he thought of me when he was finally defeated by the keyblade master. Thought of how different we were and yet how alike we were. We loved each other, of that there is no doubt.
When we were born again, we met. Even as babies in the children's unit of the hospital we knew that we were meant for each other. Our mothers have told the story of our gravitating towards each other and how we always cried if we were parted many times. They were not surprised when we told them of our relationship.
We smile and entwine our hands whenever they reminisce. We know.
He is still my star, shining brightly in a world that is not devoid of light.
He is that light.
A/N: Oh god, please review this and tell me that I'm not horrible and that I shouldn't shoot myself for trying to write a drabble when I'm clearly not mean to do so. Of course I won't shoot myself literally (I'm not suicidal) but reviews for this poor attempt at a drabble would be very much appreciated.
(bows head in shame)