BROKEN SILHOUETTES
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Authors Note: Lawl, I'm writing this before I've even written Chapter 4, teehee. Anyway, this is the first chapter of Part 2! Yay! And alas, I present you with…the one, the only…Sora!! XD Gah…it's sorta…depressing though / lawl…whatever, enjoy!
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-:-:-:-Part 2: REBORN MEMORIES-:-:-:-
Chapter 5: Shadows
He'd always remember the day that she left.
It was that day that he stopped living properly. Without her, he was nothing. He felt lost, alone, as if all colour had been erased from his prismatic world.
His friends noticed his difference of character – they noticed it, but didn't act upon it. For they had no idea how far deep down the hurt really went.
When she left his life, it was as if someone had reached into his body and ripped out his heart, leaving him with a constant burning pain that felt so literal.
He vowed he wouldn't give up on her. He vowed he would keep in touch, bring her back into his life; and with that, bring himself back.
But, as the days passed, he could never quite muster up the strength to call her, email her, text her, write her.
For every time he so much as glanced at her familiar name scrawled messily in his phone book, or her email placed oh so fittingly at the top of his mail list, he felt a sharp stab shoot through him, as if a dagger had been thrust right into his very soul.
And he couldn't bear it.
The boy was determined, though. He had made a promise, and he wasn't prepared to break it so easily.
His friends and family, however, were.
They thought he should let her go. They saw how much her memory hurt him, and they decided it would be best if he forgot about her completely. They thought if he completely blocked her out of his life, he would soon forget.
But oh, how wrong they were.
This had the completely wrong effect. When his good friend erased her number from his phone and her email from his computer and her address from his phone book, he felt as if his life was over once more.
He couldn't deal with it; couldn't deal with the fact that he had no way of reaching her, no way of ever contacting her again. And what hurt him the most was that no-one seemed to understand.
Sure, they reassured him that he wasn't the only one that missed her – they did too. But if that was so, why did they want to forget about her?
They urged him to believe that she was in a better place now, that it was best for her to get away and deal with her parent's death on her own. But then, he asked, why was it that her sister could stay? His reply to this was always silence.
The broken teen pined after his lost love, yearning for her touch, her smell, her breath, her kiss. He didn't know how to survive without her. He'd become addicted to her presence, and was now suffering severe withdrawal symptoms, without so much as a "Kairi" patch to help him get along.
It was after four months that he first started seeing her.
It wasn't real, he knew that much. It was a ghost, a reflection of the past; a mere shadow conjured from his shattered memories.
But he still found himself seeing more and more of her – everywhere he looked, there she was, watching over him like a fallen angel, her lips always parted as if to speak, her colourless eyes glazed.
He knew that she was just a figment of his imagination, an illusion created from his dreams. But he couldn't help but love seeing her around, smiling at the familiar face, the lips that he had once oh so innocently kissed.
He became even more distant and lifeless, pining over this illusion, living in the past where all the ghosts and shadows resided.
He had stopped talking to his friends; he had stopped caring for anyone except this cruel memory ghost. He became isolated, paranoid, alone.
It was then that she started speaking to him.
People thought he was going crazy, but he knew better. He knew that this was a blessing sent from the heavens, a way in which to keep him going until he was once more reunited with the one he loved.
He found himself talking to her about his feelings, the past, his present, and their future. He recalled old memories, laughing at some, crying at some, but finding each one of them uniquely magical.
He started failing in his school work. He never bothered in lessons, never listened, and whenever anybody tried to get through to him, he seemed to be off in his own little world.
His friends and family had begun to get truly worried about the poor young boy. He barely ate any more, and didn't even speak when directly spoken to. He became skinny, weak, and pale – as if he too had become a ghost.
And so finally, after 9 months, his parents decided that something had to be done.
They took him to the local psychiatrist, in hope that she would manage to break through the tough shell the boy had hidden himself under. But this was all in vain; no change was seen in the teen. If anything, he had become worse – a lot worse.
His parents completely freaked out when they saw the fresh red scratches gauged into his pale skin. They yelled at him, grabbed him by his shoulders and shook him, as if hoping to shake some life back into him. They couldn't understand why their son was so keen upon ending his once so perfect life.
They begged him to stop, unable to comprehend the thought of losing their eldest child in such a horrible manner.
They asked him repeatedly why he was doing this to himself, why he was causing himself this bodily pain.
Unexpectedly, they received an answer. He told them that 'she' had requested he end his life, for she was too dying, and she wanted him to join her in heaven, so they could be eternally together. His parents exchanged worried glances, before rushing off to seek help.
Help was found in the form of Dr. Moon, a private psychiatrist working in the region of Twilight Town. Her rates were extraordinarily high, but her reputation pushed all worries of these figures aside.
And so they took him to see her.
It was months before anyone noticed a change in him again; but slowly, surely, the boy was returning to his old self.
Dr. Moon had managed to persuade him, in some way, not to cut himself any more. No-one knew how she did it, and quite frankly, no-one cared. All that mattered was that he no longer had the desire to end his young life.
And slowly, over the long, tedious months, she managed to bring some life back into the young boy, all the while keeping the memory of her away, knowing what affect it would have on him.
She taught him how to be sociable once more, how to speak to others without the feeling of paranoia that constantly hung over him.
She taught him how important his education was, and he slowly began to move back into the world of school, taking slow, hesitant steps, until he found he could walk once more on his own.
She taught him how to trust people, how to see past the masks that his imagination put in front of them, how to see that people really did care for him.
She taught him how to ignore the shadows of the past, how to move past them without as much as a backwards glance.
And with this, she taught him how to forget.
When he emerged from his therapy, the now seventeen year old was unrecognisable from the sixteen year old who had first stepped into the big, modern psychiatric building.
He was completely new, as if Dr. Moon had somehow rebuilt him, rather than merely moulding his previous self back into something decent.
The new him was a keen worker – he studied relentlessly, obtaining the highest marks in all tests, passing tests with top marks, enthusiastic and ambitious about every challenge thrown at him.
And he was as sociable as they could get – he thrust himself back into the world of people, making fast friends with anyone he met, and welcoming back his old friends with open arms.
He was a changed man. He was no longer the naïve young boy who had waved off his love at the dock; nor was he the lost soul who pined after something that was long gone.
For he now no longer thought of her. It was as if she had been erased from his memory, dismissing any chance of him returning to his previous state.
The now young man found himself looking at other girls, his mind hardly skimming over the girl he had once loved so. He found himself falling for the one he least expected to, the one who he found no longer reminded him of his lost love.
And he found that without the memories of the past haunting him, he was happier than he could have ever been.
But then, what would happen if the ghosts of his past entered his shining life once more?
It was a question that nobody knew the answer to, and that nobody wanted to find out the answer to.
But it was the question with which it's answer they would all too soon be faced.
Taadaaaa!
Happy now, everyone?
Lover boy is back in the picture!!
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