I was bored in school today (as usual) and wrote this little puppy up. Enjoy!
Tides of Tears
More than 7 years ago, so long since the attack, since they disappeared. The funeral was finally held today, people letting go of any remaining hopes of return. I was the last one to let go, to give up to the hopeless darkness. Walking down the beach in the dead of night, surrounded by darkness, the moon was my only source of light. It somehow reminded me of him, the sole light completely enveloped by darkness.
Silently rolling off my face; my tears of sadness join the tides.
I look up at the stars, wondering where he lay. Picking out some of the stars, I began to imagine the whole ordeal. Constantly battling the darkness; both physical and spiritual. Staring at the starts always revived my hopes, but this time was different. There were no hopes to revive; just painful memories.
Slowly rolling off my face; my tears of regret join the tides.
A gleaming light caught my eye, a shooting star falling through the sky. Just before the star ran below the horizon, it blinked and then disappeared. That only brought more painful memories; he had been there and then vanished, forever. I was approaching the shack and the island; where they were to lay in spirit forever. Their graves were up on that island; never to be forgotten.
Continuing to silently roll off my face; my tears of sorrow join the tides.
I walk up to their graves in order to say one final goodbye. Slowly and quietly I climb the stairs, not wanting to disturb the silent nothingness around me; heading out to the bridge. Sitting down on the bent palm tree was like jumping head first into a pool of nostalgia. I was flooded with memories of sunsets, plans and swordfights. My entire previous life was within this tree.
Sadly rolling down my face; my tears of memories join the tides.
Turning to face the graves, I realize that I'm not alone. A man that I didn't recognize was standing by the graves, his back to me. I had never seen clothes the likes of which he had on; curiosity got the best of me. Walking towards the person, he seemed to waver, to flicker. "Don't give up on us yet." A voice sprang up behind me. I spun around to see a ghostly figure of Riku sitting on the bent palm tree. "We will come back eventually, don't give up on us." Turning around once more to meet the voice, I stared into midair where he had been standing. Gone...they had left again, or had they even been there?
Slowly running down my face; my tears of confusion join the tides.
Walking over to the graves, something caught my eye. A crystal lying in the sand where Sora had been standing. Reaching down to pick it up, I realized it was more than just a crystal. I picked up the small white star by the chain and let it spin in the new dawns light. 'Always and forever, we will return' the wind whispered.
Now flowing down my face; my tears of hope join the tides.