disclaim: not mine
a/n: not responsible for my muses at 12:30 am. un-betaed weird-ass crap. and ff(dot)net ate my formatting. that's cool. also stuck roxas in their in an inappropriate way. sorry.
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it begins with the paopu fruit; it always does. five points of a star meant to count down five different ways to never let go. but you know it translates to five different ways to lose her. watching her float on the wind like some sort of ghost, just like the rest of them. her hand slips in yours, but she's still waiting, right?
but your priorities have always been a little bit skewed, haven't they?
always looking for riku and not kairi, kairi, kairi, kairi. her name is the mantra keeping you sane and focused and the sort of hero that riku expects you to be. she's the queen of hearts, holding all the cards to her chest while you try and cheat out of the mirror behind her. you are not trying to lose her, lose to her.
but you don't know what paopu tastes like. (is it the brief memory of lips on yours- his and hers and no one's at all or is it just in roxas' head) it's nice to be two people because then you're never really crazy.
five steps to letting her go-because she's the queen of hearts
with all the cards
holding close in hand
you can't beat her
she can't lose
(or can you not lose her)
what a fairytale- the princess and the hero and the god-knows-what but you call him the antihero, so he's like another you. you've never been able to think of life without riku, have you? it could never be anything but a ménage-a-trois over paopu fruit as she laughs and he smiles softly and you count the five ways you'll lose both of them.
(onetwothreefourfive i love you don't you know
that people like us don't fall in love
not like stars and darkness and fools
we float like ghosts)
and maybe you are only ghosts and that's all you've ever been because all that remains is the whisper of her hand in yours and his lips (or so you guess) and the memory of a five-pointed star falling
falling
into the
sunset