A little sad, but it's cute... I think.
"Roxas," I said, "will you tell me a story?" I asked. My voice was slow, a little slurred. My leg throbbed in pain, even with pills. They made me take three in the morning, afternoon, and night. I was fucking high all day. I did know, though, that Axel, Roxas, my parents, Demyx, and Zexion came every day. Terra came once. He dropped off cards from Miss Aqua, Xion, and himself. I didn't want to see him, but Riku sat in the hall every day I was there.
"Sure." His body shifted next to mine and my head fell onto his shoulder. "So, there was a boy named Sora, obviously." I closed my eyes and let him speak.
"He was an artist, you see. Anything he saw, he would paint it. Would draw it. He was talented. Not just talented... his work would come to life once he was done. So, one day, after his home was filled, he wanted something more. Painted birds flew through the air, and colorful rabbits hopped across the floors covered in crayon grass. He had a living ocean painted on the wall of his bedroom with a small sailor on a boat. The sailor waved every time Sora had entered. But with everything he could, he just didn't have it.
"So, the next day, a boy his age moved into the house across the street. He had silver hair and was taller than Sora. He had a window overlooking the street they shared below. Some nights, Sora would sit on the roof and watch out, just to see what the boy was doing. One morning, he sat out in his yard with a hose. When he turned it on, only a tiny stream had come. Sora grabbed up his chalk and went out to the street. The boy watched as Sora drew a beach and waves on the road. When Sora was done, the boy shook his head and went inside. Sora cleaned his art away and went in.
"One night, the ran around his yard with a sparkler in his hand. It burned out after a moment and he sat on the lawn. He looked upset from Sora's view. So, Sora went to his roof with some paint and a few brushes. He painted fireworks on the roof and finished with a match. The two watched as the fireworks burst into sparks and showers of color. The boy's eyes widened and he looked at his door. But he turned his head back. He stood and walked over to Sora's house and pointed at the sky. There were no stars in it that night.
"Sora thought for a moment and smiled at his idea. He used some more paint and some chalk. He rubbed away for of the leftover paint and began to dab on the roof with a brush. Every one of his dabs began to glow, to sparkle. The boy backed up for a moment and watched Sora work. He looked at the roof, now covered in stars. Sora finished a constellation and slid down the rain pipe. He stood next to the boy and they looked at the special addition Sora made to the sky. A heart, bigger than anything Sora painted. The boy slowly for Sora's hand and they both blushed when they touched. They looked at each other for a moment and smiled.
"Sora opened his mouth and the only words he said were, 'I'm Sora.' The boy laughed and said 'That's a good name, Sora. I'm Riku.'"
Even in the pain and the haze of the medicine, I was crying at the story. I missed Riku, but it'd be his job to get me back. My mouth was dry when I was ready to speak. "Thanks, Roxy."
He kissed my forehead and stood up. "I'm gonna let you sleep, Sora." From his pocket, he pulled a small doll that resembled Riku.
"Where'd you get that?" I asked.
"Riku gave it to me this morning. He found it in his things. One of the things you gave back when we moved."
I blinked back more tears and held it close as Roxas exited. I missed him so much already. But, sleep came fast and easy. I thought of the two boys holding hands while watching the stars and wish it could just be that way.
Was it good?