Foreword:
I would really love to preface this story by saying, this is an idea I've had since I was 12 years old. I've always wanted to write it but there was something inside me telling me that I had to wait until it was the right time. At first I thought I should ignore that voice and write it anyway because I wanted to so badly, but I had this gut feeling not to. I get now why, in the deepest part of me, I felt I wasn't ready to write it. I'm much older physically and mentally now. I've had so many more experiences and challenges in my life than I did when I was just 12.
I'm so glad I waited.
I can make this story genuine to the reader; I can make it real.I have a better view and analysis on these characters and real-world situations. And that I think, for a more surreal piece like this, is most important.
So I hope you enjoy the story that I've waited over 5 years to write.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story nor do I own Kingdom Hearts.
Prologue
In a town akin to the evanescent wisps of a dream or the feeling of deja vu sits a small diner on dimly lit street corner where Empty Street meets Nothingness Road. It isn't too much to look at at; it's homely and it's quaint with a small snack bar and only 5 booths to speak of. If the dark charcoal colored bricks could talk, they would fill pages upon pages. Passed down from generation after generation, life has happened, time has gone on but the cafe remains the same. People come and go, they pass through and the store sees it all, it remembers it all. Even the employed at the cafe know the latest happenings with their valued customers.
Gossip from all corners of the world makes it's way to the ears of the patrons and workers of Destitution's Diner. Drama is nothing new there. The diner almost acts as a hub for all who wish to share important news or start a fight. Everyone knows that it's a hangout spot for many a distant teenager looking fora taste of the freedom of adulthood. Just as well, it's nice environment for young aspiring writers or performers to advance their craft. Even old wisdom spends a time to contemplate here early in the afternoons. It's a busy calm atmosphere. It's somewhere to go for a bite to eat, or if you want to read a book, or write a paper, or meet an old friend.
It is here where our observation takes place. To look into lives in progress, all their destinies intermingling and meshing togther, is so surreal; it's almost nostalgic in a way. It makes you long for a connection and think of all your memories fond or otherwise. And through a powerful enough memory, anyone is able to feel what you felt too. Anyone.