Hello ! This is the first fic that I have written, and I would really appreciate some feed back.

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Riku of Twilight

Riku walked slowly along the beach of Destiny Islands. It had been two years since then, most of it spent alone, in darkness, except for the King. Usually, though, he kept to himself, isolated from everything but his own thoughts. In this time, he had thought about his feelings, those for his friends, his family ... and of him... The one person that he could never stop thinking about, the one person that he could never stop loving... His light, Sora.

He was the only thing that kept him from going insane, from ending his life, no matter how much he wanted to. Just to see him again, Riku had stayed alive. But now, he could see that Sora would never think of him as more than a friend, that Sora would never return his love. He only saw Riku as a friend, but it wasn't enough.

Silent tears streamed down his face as made his way slowly toward the small island with the Paopu tree on it. Softly, Riku smiled. He couldn't count the times he had imagined sharing one with Sora, so that they would be together forever, never parting with each other. He sighed as all of the memories of happier times seemed to flow through his mind. He just wished that it could be like that once more, that he could forget these feelings that had caused him so much grief.

He waded through the water, toward the ladder at the rear of the small island. He reached up to grab one of the rungs, and even more memories came rushing back. All of the times that he had knocked Sora off, he would climb back up the ladder, soaking wet, his lips turned into a cute pout. He reached the top rung, and climbed up.

He walked slowly over toward the Paopu tree, where he, Sora, and Kairi had so often discussed the possibility of other worlds. By now his cheeks were glistening with his fallen tears, more washing over them every second, brought on by the memories of his love. He sat with his back against the tree, and looked heavenward.

Absent mindedly, he counted the Paopu. As he finished, his eyes grew wide. He recounted them again and again. The previous evening, there had been five. All that remained were four. Riku started to sob. He was certain of who had taken the fruit. He had made up his mind. Tonight, when the sun faded from the sky, so he, too, would fade from this world.

On the tree, with a shaky hand, he carved a quick note for Sora, and stepped down from the tree. Resigned to his fate, he walked slowly to the edge of the islands and stared at the setting sun. In a few minutes, it would set, and he would be no more. His eyes were red from crying. He stepped closer to the edge, ready to drown himself, in the water, and in his pain, misery, and sorrow.

The sun slipped slowly below the horizon. Riku drew in a ragged breath, for he knew it was one of his last. A final tear slid down his check and softly, he smiled.

"Sora," he whispered into the wind, "I love you." With the last syllable, Riku fell the short distance into the water, and swam out to deeper water. At the bottom, he found a small cove, in which would be his coffin, his death bed. He lay curled up in the small spot, and let out his last breath.

Sora,

I have always loved you. Unfortunately, I have realized

this too late, and now you love another. But, please, do not

hold yourself responsible for my death, because, even beyond

death, my love will reach. Don't forget.

Riku