A/N:
Welcome, to perhaps the last chapter of this short story. If I get more inspiration I may continue, or I may start a different story altogether upon this same subject or such. But until then this is what we're stuck with.

Disclaimer:

I do not, and doubt that I ever will, own Kingdom Hearts.

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They simply stared at each other for a few moments. She was in total shock. "This isn't real," she murmured. Her voice was faint and as tears began to fill the rims of her eyes, she began quivering and shaking her head. The tears sprinkled in the fading moonlight. Dawn was coming. "It's not fair. You aren't real. This is a dream. This could never happen. I'll- I'll never really see the day where you're able to sit there and be existent. This is getting out of hand! Why can't I wake up?"

Riku stepped toward her, reaching out his hand. He wiped some tears from her face. "You've been here in a coma for a month. You aren't dreaming. You're awake. Or at least you are from where I'm standing." His voice was soft and soothing. It was almost reassuring, except for his last comment.

"You're lying," she yelled, slapping away his hand. Her voice was cold, it wasn't the same kind or soft voice Riku'd heard in his dreams. She truly thought this was a dream. "I've had these dreams for a month. You always felt this real, but you weren't! My mind's been playing tricks on me! I woke up too many times crying... You're not really Riku, and- and I can't be in love with you." She curled her legs up to her chest and dug her face down into her crossed arm that lay upon her knees. The last verse of 'Simple and Clean' played in her mind. She thought to herself, 'Even if you're not real, please-.'

Hold me...

Riku's arms went around her, as if he'd read her thoughts. That entire month, she'd been dreaming as he had. She also thought this was beyond reality. She thought she'd been tricked. She thought this was another cruel fantasy. She'd been going through the exact same mental torture as him.

Faint ray sunlight sneaked into the room.

Whatever lies beyond this morning, is a little later on...

"It's okay," he whispered to her, his arms firmly around her. "Believe me. It's real. And even if it isn't, that means I'm hallucinating too. You aren't alone."

She lifted her face, tears streaming. "Promise that this time, when we kiss, you won't leave me."

"I'll never leave you again." His eyes were gentle and kind as he moved a bang out of her face and smiled at her.

Regardless of warnings...

He leaned in, his hands running through her soft hair. She straightened her legs, placing her arms around him. 'Whatever happens now, I know I'll always have this memory.' She closed her eyes, prepared to possibly even reawake in her bedroom, tears staining her face as they'd had so many times before.

The future doesn't scare me at all...

Their lips touched, and this time neither of them disappeared. It was real. It was perfectly real. Their fears weren't existent any longer and they no longer had any need for their dreams. It was completed. No more was left to be said, but:

"Nothing's like before..."