Fly
Disclaimer: Don't own Kingdom Hearts or Square-Enix, never will.
Summary: What is it like to fly? Does one feel freedom? I want freedom. I want to fly. I want to be with him again. Mentioned Riku x Sora Death fic
Warning: Suicide, character death (like usual . . .) mentions of shounen ai, Sora's point of view.
What is it like to fly? Does one feel freedom? The freedom I want to feel? Do they like the feeling of air beneath them? Do they trust the ever changing winds?
That's my dream, y'know. To experience flight. To feel the freedom I long for. I want to drift with the wind. I want to trust the breeze.
But I can't. The wind changes when it gets the chance. One minute, it's just a gentle, calm sway. The next minute, the wind will whip up a hurricane. It destroys its path – destroys everything. Including hope.
I used to have hope. Before everything happened. Riku was always there. He would smile and laugh at the funny things I would say. Not at me like everyone else, but with me. Whenever I would feel down, he's there to cheer me up. Riku would stand up for me when I can't defend myself. And, when we're alone, he would make me forget the troubles during the day. No sex, nothing like that. He would just kiss away my fears. That was before it happened.
Now, there's no one to laugh with me. They all still laugh at me. No one is there to cheer me up when I feel down. They can't stand being with me. No one stands up for me when I am unable to. Why would they; they never did before. And most of all, no one else can make the troubles go away. I still remember them, clear in my head.
Riku's gone. So is my hope. Riku was my hope. Now he's gone.
There isn't any one to laugh with anymore. I don't hear the sweet laughter. Only cruel bitterness around me. All I can hear now are terrible words from everyone's mouth. I can't remember a time that I felt happy without Riku. Everyone just likes to see me down. Never there was a person that stood up for me. No one besides Riku.
Now he's gone. Out of my life.
I want to follow him.
Soon, there will be no one to laugh at me. I don't have to hear the cruel laughter. Shortly, they won't be able to say terrible words at me. I won't hear them any more. In time, they won't ever see me down ever again. I won't let them.
Riku's gone. I'm going to follow him.
I stand at the edge, watching the tiny cars pass by. The cold wind bites me on my flesh, but I don't care. It won't be any longer for me to reach freedom. The freedom I still long for.
I turn around, heading back from the edge. I shut my eyes, turn around, and take a running start.
One step.
No one is going to laugh at me any more.
Another step.
I'm not going to hear those words any more.
A third step closer.
They won't ever see me depressed again.
One more step closer.
I'm going to see Riku again.
I jump.
I feel the wind rushing past me.
I feel freedom.
I fly.
And no one can stop me now.
Riku . . . I can finally fly.
End
Author's note: I wasn't too sure about this drabble, I really didn't know how to end it. ;;; Poor Sora.
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