A/N: This is just a story to add to my collection of one-shots. Thank you
to BlueEyedDemon10 who encouraged me to make this into a compilation of one-
shots.
Summary: Just pretend that there are phones in the KH universe. This is someone leaving a message for someone. You'll figure it out eventually. The *Beep* at the end is supposed to be the answering machine clicking turning off.
Enjoy!
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Hello? ... It's me again. I just wanted to tell you that I love you.
Are you there? Is the connection good? I can hear you, but I don't know if you hear me. Does it really matter all that much? I can only chuckle to myself and imagine your face as you listen. And listen well, my love.
Maybe you will not believe me; I know I would not, had it been you saying this. But maybe that's the difference between you and me. I am just a little more open than you ever were, a little more predictable. Besides, this isn't anything new to you. You knew I loved you, even from the beginning.
No, don't give me that line. Don't say that you were blind to me, that you couldn't see through the haze. I know that you were every bit as observant as you are now. But if you insist that you never knew, well then, can you comprehend my meaning now? Do you truly understand what I'm saying to you? Are you listening? Because I mean every word I'm saying. I love you.
Look, it's begun to rain outside. Is it raining where you are? Are the clouds breaking open in their pounding tears to cleanse your broken heart? I know that is what they are doing to me. But I doubt that they would have the same effects on you, the stone. The rock. The icy statue of a man. I doubt anything could cleanse what I would refer to as your black heart. But that is solely a matter of opinion. I shouldn't be imposing my thoughts on you.
Did you hear the thunder? Did you see the lightning burst forth from the angry sky in jagged stripes across the blackness of the night? Does it give you a sense of wonder, of awe? Can you remember the first time, that night when we were together during the peak of a storm?
It was dark, as it always was. In those days, much like the days now, the darkness was everywhere, confusing, consuming. I was scared, and you were my support; I could be with you for strength and comfort. We wandered the lantern-lit cobblestone streets in search of a quarry. I can remember that you were always chomping at the bit to kill in those days, to get rid of the guilt on your heart. And in some ways, that's not so different now, is it? Except now you have to kill people's hearts instead of Heartless's bodies.
The fury of the storm broke out then, in droves of blackness and pain, coming at us. I was young and impressionable, but I never knew how much that night could change my life. There had been so many of them to my childish eyes, but now I see that it wasn't too many, and anyone could have done the job just as easily as you had. Could have killed them off like you had. And would I have been enamored with them instead? Maybe they wouldn't have broken my heart.
I used to think that you could save me from anything, defeat the evil that came after us, and act as our leader. And you did. You were our leader, and you guided us through tough times. But your finesse in dealing with leadership didn't carry over with matters of the heart. In the end, you threw the pieces of my shattered soul right back at me. In that way, they tried to reconstruct themselves in my body, but failed horribly. You left me with a scarred and disfigured heart, love. And yet I still love you.
I don't think anyone can explain why I still hold on to you. Maybe it's the ideals that I had when I was around you, they were just too appealing to me to forego. Or it could possibly be that you represent all that I thought was good in the universe. Good things in the universe? You? That makes me laugh. How can you be an example of a good thing, when you are so empty and hateful? Perhaps my mind was clouded over in those times; they do say that love can make you blinded to the other's faults. I must have been very blind to overlook yours. Then why do I still care?
I remember back then who you were to my eyes. You used to be calm. Your strength was something others admired and I loved about you. You were even generous to those around you, those who deserved it. You were never generous to me. Though, you should have known. You should have known that you'd wear out your welcome with me. How quiet is it, all alone? Is it as peaceful as you always said it would be, without me? Or is it torment in the fires? I'd like to think that you are being tortured by loneliness right now, because that's how I am feeling.
Maybe she was right when she said that you'd break my heart. I should have listened to her before she left to start her life with him. She used to give great advice, Aerith. And then she left, and I no longer had her counsel. Perhaps that was when I fell for you completely, when I had no one who knew better to warn me of its effects. But as I said before, love can blind. I almost still feel the blindness, a cataract over my eyes.
Choosing to love you has to be one of the biggest mistakes of my short life. You would never offer the stability I needed. You would never offer the love I needed. Maybe I knew this all along, and yet never acted on it. In the end, after trying so hard to impress, to give to you without ever even hoping for a return, it doesn't even matter all that much. I got so far underneath your "light" that I thought it was the best thing for me, the thing that would allow me to grow and flourish, become something in your eyes. But I made a serious mistake. I know that now. And yet, I still choose to love you.
When did I finally realize that all of my efforts were not worth it? When did I see the world around me clearly? I believe it was the night not long ago, when the door was sealed, bringing the death and darkness to a sudden halt. Yes, that was it. When the darkness was locked away forever in Kingdom Hearts and Sora had closed the keyholes; that was when I saw clearly. And, believe me, the sudden clarity of my sight confused me and scared me more than anything.
The veil of darkness had finally disintegrated into the breezy air of the town. We were free of the oppressing forces of evil, and it felt wonderful. Only, something wasn't right. It might have felt wonderful, but there was something wrong, also, something that had been obscured by the Darkness. And that something was you, love. I shouldn't have loved you at all, and yet I did. When the light finally penetrated through to us, I finally realized my error. I'm sorry, but you were it.
I am sick of the tension between us. I'm sick of the hunger that I always felt, being near to you, and yet never being able to kiss your soft lips. I'm sick of you acting like I owe you something for your "great" deeds, defending us from the Heartless. Because, even if you did a wonderful job with those deeds, your heart is still a black hole. And a black hole only sucks in; it can't give me love. Are you starting to understand a little now?
The rain just stopped now. It was only a passing storm, fierce and proud while here, but going out quickly. I believe they call those storms squalls, love. Ironic, isn't it? Ironic that squalls are passing storms, and not permanent. They can be healed. They can be forgotten. Maybe they can even be crushed and destroyed. Do you know how much hope those thoughts give me? It almost helps to release me from your grasp, the grasp that I've been fighting.
Now I feel some of the hatred towards you lift. Or perhaps it was never hatred, really, but the vehemence of my love towards you. They say that too much of a strong emotion is never good, and I can second that opinion. Too much love for you was never healthy for me. And yet, I still love you. The longing for you still courses through my veins, going through every limb of my body. I still want to touch you, to kiss you, to live out the fantasies of a girl. But I know that that's not going to happen. You'll never love me. I have to accept that.
That was much longer than I would have liked. I just... wanted to tell you that no matter how far we've come together, no matter how much I hate that you can control my broken, disfigured heart, I still love you. I wish you loved me too, to ease the pain of things. But wishful thinking can't bring you a thing, can it? I think we both know; we've both tried enough.
Maybe a broken heart can be mended. Do you think so? Do you think that something so fragile can just be glued back together again like a child's art project? It can't be that easy. And yet, some things are just that simple. Tell me now; do you love me? Because I love you.
Please, please, call me back. My number is 44-*Beep*
Summary: Just pretend that there are phones in the KH universe. This is someone leaving a message for someone. You'll figure it out eventually. The *Beep* at the end is supposed to be the answering machine clicking turning off.
Enjoy!
~~~~~*
Hello? ... It's me again. I just wanted to tell you that I love you.
Are you there? Is the connection good? I can hear you, but I don't know if you hear me. Does it really matter all that much? I can only chuckle to myself and imagine your face as you listen. And listen well, my love.
Maybe you will not believe me; I know I would not, had it been you saying this. But maybe that's the difference between you and me. I am just a little more open than you ever were, a little more predictable. Besides, this isn't anything new to you. You knew I loved you, even from the beginning.
No, don't give me that line. Don't say that you were blind to me, that you couldn't see through the haze. I know that you were every bit as observant as you are now. But if you insist that you never knew, well then, can you comprehend my meaning now? Do you truly understand what I'm saying to you? Are you listening? Because I mean every word I'm saying. I love you.
Look, it's begun to rain outside. Is it raining where you are? Are the clouds breaking open in their pounding tears to cleanse your broken heart? I know that is what they are doing to me. But I doubt that they would have the same effects on you, the stone. The rock. The icy statue of a man. I doubt anything could cleanse what I would refer to as your black heart. But that is solely a matter of opinion. I shouldn't be imposing my thoughts on you.
Did you hear the thunder? Did you see the lightning burst forth from the angry sky in jagged stripes across the blackness of the night? Does it give you a sense of wonder, of awe? Can you remember the first time, that night when we were together during the peak of a storm?
It was dark, as it always was. In those days, much like the days now, the darkness was everywhere, confusing, consuming. I was scared, and you were my support; I could be with you for strength and comfort. We wandered the lantern-lit cobblestone streets in search of a quarry. I can remember that you were always chomping at the bit to kill in those days, to get rid of the guilt on your heart. And in some ways, that's not so different now, is it? Except now you have to kill people's hearts instead of Heartless's bodies.
The fury of the storm broke out then, in droves of blackness and pain, coming at us. I was young and impressionable, but I never knew how much that night could change my life. There had been so many of them to my childish eyes, but now I see that it wasn't too many, and anyone could have done the job just as easily as you had. Could have killed them off like you had. And would I have been enamored with them instead? Maybe they wouldn't have broken my heart.
I used to think that you could save me from anything, defeat the evil that came after us, and act as our leader. And you did. You were our leader, and you guided us through tough times. But your finesse in dealing with leadership didn't carry over with matters of the heart. In the end, you threw the pieces of my shattered soul right back at me. In that way, they tried to reconstruct themselves in my body, but failed horribly. You left me with a scarred and disfigured heart, love. And yet I still love you.
I don't think anyone can explain why I still hold on to you. Maybe it's the ideals that I had when I was around you, they were just too appealing to me to forego. Or it could possibly be that you represent all that I thought was good in the universe. Good things in the universe? You? That makes me laugh. How can you be an example of a good thing, when you are so empty and hateful? Perhaps my mind was clouded over in those times; they do say that love can make you blinded to the other's faults. I must have been very blind to overlook yours. Then why do I still care?
I remember back then who you were to my eyes. You used to be calm. Your strength was something others admired and I loved about you. You were even generous to those around you, those who deserved it. You were never generous to me. Though, you should have known. You should have known that you'd wear out your welcome with me. How quiet is it, all alone? Is it as peaceful as you always said it would be, without me? Or is it torment in the fires? I'd like to think that you are being tortured by loneliness right now, because that's how I am feeling.
Maybe she was right when she said that you'd break my heart. I should have listened to her before she left to start her life with him. She used to give great advice, Aerith. And then she left, and I no longer had her counsel. Perhaps that was when I fell for you completely, when I had no one who knew better to warn me of its effects. But as I said before, love can blind. I almost still feel the blindness, a cataract over my eyes.
Choosing to love you has to be one of the biggest mistakes of my short life. You would never offer the stability I needed. You would never offer the love I needed. Maybe I knew this all along, and yet never acted on it. In the end, after trying so hard to impress, to give to you without ever even hoping for a return, it doesn't even matter all that much. I got so far underneath your "light" that I thought it was the best thing for me, the thing that would allow me to grow and flourish, become something in your eyes. But I made a serious mistake. I know that now. And yet, I still choose to love you.
When did I finally realize that all of my efforts were not worth it? When did I see the world around me clearly? I believe it was the night not long ago, when the door was sealed, bringing the death and darkness to a sudden halt. Yes, that was it. When the darkness was locked away forever in Kingdom Hearts and Sora had closed the keyholes; that was when I saw clearly. And, believe me, the sudden clarity of my sight confused me and scared me more than anything.
The veil of darkness had finally disintegrated into the breezy air of the town. We were free of the oppressing forces of evil, and it felt wonderful. Only, something wasn't right. It might have felt wonderful, but there was something wrong, also, something that had been obscured by the Darkness. And that something was you, love. I shouldn't have loved you at all, and yet I did. When the light finally penetrated through to us, I finally realized my error. I'm sorry, but you were it.
I am sick of the tension between us. I'm sick of the hunger that I always felt, being near to you, and yet never being able to kiss your soft lips. I'm sick of you acting like I owe you something for your "great" deeds, defending us from the Heartless. Because, even if you did a wonderful job with those deeds, your heart is still a black hole. And a black hole only sucks in; it can't give me love. Are you starting to understand a little now?
The rain just stopped now. It was only a passing storm, fierce and proud while here, but going out quickly. I believe they call those storms squalls, love. Ironic, isn't it? Ironic that squalls are passing storms, and not permanent. They can be healed. They can be forgotten. Maybe they can even be crushed and destroyed. Do you know how much hope those thoughts give me? It almost helps to release me from your grasp, the grasp that I've been fighting.
Now I feel some of the hatred towards you lift. Or perhaps it was never hatred, really, but the vehemence of my love towards you. They say that too much of a strong emotion is never good, and I can second that opinion. Too much love for you was never healthy for me. And yet, I still love you. The longing for you still courses through my veins, going through every limb of my body. I still want to touch you, to kiss you, to live out the fantasies of a girl. But I know that that's not going to happen. You'll never love me. I have to accept that.
That was much longer than I would have liked. I just... wanted to tell you that no matter how far we've come together, no matter how much I hate that you can control my broken, disfigured heart, I still love you. I wish you loved me too, to ease the pain of things. But wishful thinking can't bring you a thing, can it? I think we both know; we've both tried enough.
Maybe a broken heart can be mended. Do you think so? Do you think that something so fragile can just be glued back together again like a child's art project? It can't be that easy. And yet, some things are just that simple. Tell me now; do you love me? Because I love you.
Please, please, call me back. My number is 44-*Beep*