Ph34r the romantic randomness. I cannot explain why I'm suddenly hit with these inspirations, besides the fact that I'm becoming too attached to my muse. I'm accepting applications for more angsty muses, everyone welcome. -Thunk- Just ignore the possessive silver guy; he only likes to maim. -Whunk- Ow... All right...never mind... He's angsty again...

Despite myself, I really like these drabbles (though my opinion doesn't mean crap around here). I found them to be more emotionally draining than most of the romantic junk I embarrass myself with. But I'll let you be the judges again.

The drabbles, though similar, are not actually related in story terms. I just wrote them in a weird fluff span. Again, these are more 'true' memories for my main story where she remembers Riku the best...on the Island that lingers in her blackened heart.

Dedication: aliasfan. Turns out she's a romantic (-sweatdrop- I never knew), and since she bombarded me with reviews yesterday, she can have these two drabbles.

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I don't know why I know your face nor do I recall how your smirk came to lie in my heart. I just remember crying when even the stars feared to break the darkness and your voice reached out to me. I couldn't see you; only feel you... It is still so even now...when the darkness is always my sight...

In the Night...I Know I'm Not Alone

I can't stop the searing sigh that leaves my lips as those piercing emotions again stain my cheeks. My shaking hand settles sorrowfully on the wall as my blurred vision watches the unchanging waves wash rhythmically onto the shore. My words trail off as my tears continue to fall; some plummet at my chin while others continue to race across my neck and collarbone. They feel so cold...just like the heart that beats in my chest.

But not seconds after I had turned from the one who seemed to change everything, his arms gently wrap across my waist and pull me against him. His chin nestles on my shoulder as his silky hair strokes the nape of my neck softly.

His loving breath falls over my emotion splashed skin like a delicate blanket, chasing away the savage ice that surrounds my life. I can feel his heart passionately beating against my shoulder blades, longingly reaching out to embrace my own. And despite what I am...what I know I am and the realities it brings, I don't hate his motion... My head tilts back as a foreign sigh escapes my lips; shaky, but warm... Is it because of this Islander? Does he truly have the power to...care for what cannot be?

Riku...

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The soft touch of his black glove brushing across her tear-stained cheeks tore a small gasp of unknown emotion from her heart. His hand eventually came to a stop on her left side and cupped her cheek gently, his thumb stroking the pained flesh in an almost delicate motion. But despite his caring efforts, her anguish continued to fall, as though his 'impossible' affection for her only furthered the pain she felt in her dark heart.

She kept her face tilted down, her crimson-tipped bangs shadowing her drowning viridian eyes. But she moved closer to him, their chests soon embracing the other in a flurry of writhing emotions. His soft lips soon brushed her forehead, sending foreign shocks down her spine.

A spanning cloud shrouded the moonlight that lay over these two dream-like figures, leaving their emotion-bound forms in the comfort of the darkness. Her pained sobs slowly die away as a determined promise grazed the lips of the silver Islander.

"I promise...I promise I'll protect you...with my life...always..."