Complex Company
The first thing she remembers is Sora. Six years old and he was just the same as he is now. Dressed in bright colored clothes that his mom probably had to wrestle him in to, and soaked through completely. The moisture helped sand cling to the folds and his skin; the brunette rubbed gritty specks off his cheek. He helped her up and asked her questions forever.
They are best friends now. She thinks she might love him. He's easy to read, and the most happy amazing person she knows. He's always there for her. But she doesn't know who he loves, because it's as though he loves everyone.
What she doesn't know is that he wasn't the one to find her. Riku, at age seven, saw her lying on the shore much earlier in the morning - before Sora had even woken up. It was a weekend, after all, and Sora never woke up earlier than three in the afternoon on weekends.
Riku saw her and shrugged it off. It wasn't uncommon for the children to take naps in the sand. It was warm and the water was cool. It wasn't as though their play clothes were expected to stay dry, and it wasn't as though there were any schedules they needed to keep. He hadn't recognized her, but it wasn't like the island was a secret from the children who didn't usually come.
He looked at her, shrugged, and walked away. A few hours later, Sora's boat slowly drifting towards the island, Riku happened to look at the girl. She hadn't moved an inch. He gave it a few more minutes before deciding to investigate, but when he saw Sora waking her, he returned to his seat on the paopu tree.
They are best friends now. She thinks he might love Sora, and knows that she loves him. But she's nervous, because he's almost scary lately, and she's afraid he might be alone even when they're with him.
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