She runs to the mailbox, every afternoon, and when she comes back from that empty mailbox there is a frown on her face. I don't ask her what's a matter, because I know she's looking for the answers to her (messages in a bottle) prayers. She wants to see boys with beautiful blue eyes, and smiles that are too big for their faces. Kairi wishes she could pat down Sora's brown spiky hair, or make fun of Riku's silver hair—she'd give anything to see her boys again.
I know this, but I also know they're gone. The war is over, (it's been over for a year going on two) and the letters aren't coming anymore. She still asks them anyways, with hopeful violet eyes—
"Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?" He shakes his head, hands me the bills and goes on his merry way; far too aware that he's broke her heart again. I don't ask her to talk about it, or give it up; I just take her hand and smile.
"Maybe tomorrow." She sighs, bobbing her head along in agreement. "Sea-salt icecream?" I start walking back to our apartment, and I know she'll follow me (because she always follows me) so I don't worry about looking back.
Truth be told, I ought have.
x
From my one true love, lost at sea.