She thought he had been carried away by the waves.
As the door creaked open, and his shadowappeared above the mantle,
As she slowly turned, tears of hope on her cheeks,
She almost wish they had.
He had grown up without her. His blue eyes told stories of battles and adventures. Experience lined his face.
A face that used to light up when his father told stories of the far off places he'd been, now looked relieved just to see her, to be home again.
Her tears soaked his new clothes, clothes humming with a power and a strength she would never understand.
His arms wrapped around her, arms that she swore could never engulf her, they used to be so small.
His grip was firm, the meaning not lost on her.
But it made her cry again. He was strong enough to reverse their rolls.
Yet as she clung to him, she could only be glad.
Be proud.
And most importantly, be relieved.
"Sora...You've come home, my son!"
Just a little thought on Sora returning home at the end of KH2...