How long?
How much longer must I wait for your return?
You promised, but your gone...
Are you there in the darkness?
Where? Tell me.
These questions have been stuck in my head for long, but answers seem too much to ask for...
It has been a while since it all happened. Sora finally sealed all the doors, the hearts to all the kingdoms. We were separated once again. Even Ansem was gone. But I never expected him to become another loss.
Sora, my best friend.
Sora, the wielder of the keyblade.
Sora..My love.
Almost a year to be exact. I guess I have changed a little. A little taller, longer hair, one year older.
But I still miss him.
The afternoon sun glares through my window and onto my face. A perfect blue sky, and a warm breeze.
I decided that some fresh air would do good to ease all the pain I've been swallowing in so much. I step out of my house, where I live alone, and into the sunlight. The islanders, or more like my family, greet me cheerfully, so I try to play along as well.
"Nice day, ya?", Wakka asks me eagerly.
"Yeah, it's wonderful", I reply slowly.
"Listen, Kairi. Don't worry so much about him", he assures me. "That guy can take care of himself, ok? He will come back, don't worry. You've got to stop blaming yourself!"
Ok! I believe you!" I smile at him gleefully. "You have put my mind to rest. Thanks, Wakka." Wakka runs off, glad to have helped, or so he thought.
I think to myself. How could I be so superficial? But I contradict. It's for the best. In that way, they won't have to worry about me or anything.
Still…this mask I'm wearing is about to crack. On the outside, I'm radiating with happiness. But on the inside…well, I just couldn't explain.
I wandered around the shore aimlessly, watching the deep blue ocean beat against the rocks, wearing them away. It seems as each day passes, Sora's chance of coming back fades. Even more tension and worry sprout in my mind, but I swallow it in; I'm about to burst.
He always told me I was too strong.
I led myself to the secret cave we used to play in. Me and him; sometimes even Riku, though he always seemed so distant from us. He was always thinking about our existence on this island, how we got here, other worlds. I sometimes wondered if he ever felt apart from us or left out. I wish I could say sorry.
My eyes traveled over countless drawings and doodles of our childhood. Come to think of it, our minds were filled with some pretty weird stuff. I laugh to myself.
Sora always used to cheer me up. It made me happy to see that he cared so much. He always seemed to be wearing that goofy smile on his face.
But I can't help but stop to where we drew each other. I saw what he drew…A papou fruit, said to intertwine the lives of the two people who happen to share it. I was full of content to see that he felt the same way, so I drew one, too. Too bad he wasn't here to see it, because my love burned for him. I wanted that, too.
Recollecting memories, I had realized it had got late. I headed back home, while the cold wind blew through the palm trees.
I sat on my doorstep, under the sky, thinking of you. I can't stop the tears from spilling down my cheeks.
We loved each other so much. It was so strong; we never realized it at all. I silently suffer, thinking of you. Will you ever come back to me Sora?….
……..
Yes..you will.
One day.