He was so tired.
His body ached from the continuous effort of fighting and the emotional stress he put himself through the past year. So many times he had just wanted to give up…to give in and let it all slip away. But no, he constantly strained under the pressure, pushing himself to the limit until he just wanted to collapse.
But it was done…..
The battle was over.
His shoes sank into the sand as he dragged himself along. It was getting darker and the warmth of the sun was leaving him as it began its decent below the horizon. He barely heard the soft sound of the waves curling in out of shore over his heavy breathing. He was so tired….
The keyblade felt heavy in his hand, the metal handle still slick with sweat. He carelessly traced patterns in the ground behind him. He glanced at it from beneath his hood, watching the lines it formed, swirly and complicated. It was a curious thing, the keyblade. Such a simple weapon that caused such massive destruction. What was its purpose now?
His mind felt numb from the exhaustion, the thick haze almost blocking out a sound in the distance.
Was that my name?
He looked up. It was girl. And she was running. Her auburn hair flying in the breeze that swept along the beach, cooling his brow. She reminded him of fragrant flowers, sunny days, long chats on the pier, and an unfinished raft.
Kairi…..
He smiled.
She came to him, her eyes sparkling with relief and something else……
The keyblade dropped from his hand forgotten, as her arms embraced him, dragging him down towards the sand.
A/N: All right, one more to go! Kairi's pov!