Haunted

He promised. He promised he would come back to me. He promised that he would find me again. Half of me wanted to believe that, but the other half knew he never was going to find me again. My soul feels so empty, so haunted by his laughter. "I'll come back to you, I promise."

I really wish I could believe that now. I really do. I noticed that my side started to hurt, and my body felt heavy. I was running, in the rain. But I didn't stop. I didn't know where to run, but I never stopped. Why did I have to suffer so much? Why did I have to wait for him?

I realized that I didn't know why I was running, so I stopped, and slid pathetically to knees. Was he even trying to find me? Was he even making an effort to come back to our island? Yet, why was I thinking this? This was Sora. The sweet, little boy next door that would do anything for his friends.

But, he was burdened with such a price, maybe he just thought I was in the way. Maybe he was happy I was gone.

No! I can't think that! Sora promised he would come back to me! Then why do I feel like I will never see him again?

I didn't notice I was crying until I tasted the salt of my tears. I didn't know I was sobbing until it was hard for me to breathe. I lay down in the mud, trying to drown in my sorrow.

~*~

It was cold, freezing. I thought I was still in the rain. So I curled into a ball, trying to get warm. But something was preventing me from doing that. I opened my eyes, and got an eyeful of salmon colored marble. I was in Selphie's bathroom.

I sat up, the freezing water pouring on top of me. I looked at Selphie through heavy eyelids. She was frowning at me, one of her many romance novels were open on her lap.

She was worried about me, I could tell. But I didn't say anything to her, I just rose from the tub and walked out of her house. I wondered aimlessly around until I came to the beach.

I felt so pathetic, so unworthy of living. I lay down in the sand, I could feel it stick to my wet skin, hair, and clothes. He promised me! But, the other half spoke back, he's never coming back.

I knew it was right. I curled into a ball, not caring how feeble I looked. I wanted darkness to take me.