Part Four: Love
The stars are so brilliant tonight; it's enough to make me happy to forego a bit of sleep just so I can watch them for a while.
Funny, how no matter where you are, the sky tends to look the same. In all of the worlds I've seen, the stars are one thing that remained constant. No matter where I am, I know I can just wait until nightfall and I'll be able to see something familiar.
Look at me, waxing poetic about a bunch of brightly-colored dots. I guess that all people do it at some point or another... I mean, I'm sure I'm not the only one who's gone sappy looking up at the sky. At least, I hope not...
/Star light, star bright.../
They always remind me of Riku's eyes, intense and beautiful and yet somehow so distant, so removed from everything else that you have to wonder if they feel anything at all. I know I've wondered that about Riku more than once. And lately...
/First star I see tonight.../
There's so much to think about lately, and I'm not just talking about sealing the Keyholes in each world and all that. Things like that - real, tangible things - I can handle all right. And it's not like I'm alone when I do that; although they can offer precious little comfort to me on nights like this, Donald and Goofy are pretty much indispensible when fighting the Heartless.
/I wish I may, I wish I might.../
But at the end of the day, it still leaves a burning, gnawing emptiness inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems too much to bear alone. Those are the times when I think of Riku the most; when I sit outside and gaze at the sky for hours on end, just so I can be reminded of his eyes, when I tell myself that the wetness on my cheeks is just rain - harder to believe on clear nights - and crawl into bed only to lie awake for hours thinking fondly of some memory of he and I from our childhood...
/Have this wish I wish tonight.../
When I dream, it is his face that I see. When I wake, sometimes, I still think that I'm at home, that this whole adventure was one long, surreal dream (or perhaps, occasionally, a nightmare), and that I'll be able to see him whenever I want.
But it's never real.
A/N: *collapses* Gah... I practically had to tie myself to my keyboard so I would stop being lazy and just write this... Parts five and six are still forthcoming, and hopefully will take less time to get posted.
The stars are so brilliant tonight; it's enough to make me happy to forego a bit of sleep just so I can watch them for a while.
Funny, how no matter where you are, the sky tends to look the same. In all of the worlds I've seen, the stars are one thing that remained constant. No matter where I am, I know I can just wait until nightfall and I'll be able to see something familiar.
Look at me, waxing poetic about a bunch of brightly-colored dots. I guess that all people do it at some point or another... I mean, I'm sure I'm not the only one who's gone sappy looking up at the sky. At least, I hope not...
/Star light, star bright.../
They always remind me of Riku's eyes, intense and beautiful and yet somehow so distant, so removed from everything else that you have to wonder if they feel anything at all. I know I've wondered that about Riku more than once. And lately...
/First star I see tonight.../
There's so much to think about lately, and I'm not just talking about sealing the Keyholes in each world and all that. Things like that - real, tangible things - I can handle all right. And it's not like I'm alone when I do that; although they can offer precious little comfort to me on nights like this, Donald and Goofy are pretty much indispensible when fighting the Heartless.
/I wish I may, I wish I might.../
But at the end of the day, it still leaves a burning, gnawing emptiness inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems too much to bear alone. Those are the times when I think of Riku the most; when I sit outside and gaze at the sky for hours on end, just so I can be reminded of his eyes, when I tell myself that the wetness on my cheeks is just rain - harder to believe on clear nights - and crawl into bed only to lie awake for hours thinking fondly of some memory of he and I from our childhood...
/Have this wish I wish tonight.../
When I dream, it is his face that I see. When I wake, sometimes, I still think that I'm at home, that this whole adventure was one long, surreal dream (or perhaps, occasionally, a nightmare), and that I'll be able to see him whenever I want.
But it's never real.
A/N: *collapses* Gah... I practically had to tie myself to my keyboard so I would stop being lazy and just write this... Parts five and six are still forthcoming, and hopefully will take less time to get posted.