By Chance
It was early in the morning…maybe.
"Riku!"
It was early in the morning, perhaps around nine. For Riku, that was early. Riku enjoyed sleeping late on the weekends. Nothing was better than oversleeping in his comfortable bed in his beautiful, up-scale New York apartment. Oh, he loved this place.
"Riku!"
And probably what Riku hated the most was someone interrupting his peaceful sleep.
Riku scrunched his nose up, his mind jerking into consciousness. The rich silveret subconsciously tightened his hold around the slumbering brunet in his grasps. Riku's fingers, meanwhile, began to thread back and forth through the brown, soft locks of hair, the silveret's mind at complete ease.
"Riku!"
Riku groaned and stiffened. The silver-haired male attempted to block out the hollering but shifting closer to his sleeping boyfriend. It didn't work. Within moments, Sora began to stir, his wide blue eyes fluttering open.
"Riku! God damnit! Open up!"
Sora blinked tiredly and looked up to Riku, at once noticing that he was awake. "Mm?..." Sora yawned and winced when he heard the banging on the apartment door. The brunet groaned and snuggled closer, burying his face into Riku's warm, and surprisingly unclothed, chest. "Don't go," Sora breathed.
Riku yawned and raised his right arm to rub his temples. "He's not going to stop until I answer the door," Riku reasoned sternly as he tugged the blankets tighter around their sleeping bodies.
"No," Sora whined, his voice dragging out the word. "Stay right here," Sora instructed.
"But Sora," Riku said. "He's not going to go away and let us get back to sleep."
"Riku," Sora complained and hugged the silveret tired. "Stay here with me." The brunet proceeded to nuzzle against Riku's warm chest lovingly.
Riku had to admit, Sora being clingy was something he was enjoying readily. They had gone, what? A few or more, or maybe he even two, without being with one another. Perhaps maybe only a week, Riku had lost track of time. It had felt like forever, however. Just the mere thought of being without Sora another moment drove the silveret clinically insane. He needed Sora here, not wanted (though there was some want in there, of course… but it was more need).
And then there was the matter of the diary. When the hell was he going to give it back to Sora? Just slip it into his jacket? Into his house? Riku groaned at the idea. If Sora knew he had had it all along, Sora would surely be upset. But what if Sora was so overjoyed that Riku had it and that it wasn't lost that he flung himself right into Riku's arms, begging to be taken and fucked into the mat-
All right, highly unlikely. The prior seemed more logical than the latter.
"I'll be back in a few minutes," Riku said in reassurance. The silveret pressed a gentle kiss to Sora's forehead to add more validity to his prior statement.
With one last huff, Sora nodded. Riku smirked and pried the brunet's arms off his own, thin body. With ease, the silveret slid off the large bed and scuffled across the room, traversing through his apartment and to the front door. God. It was just too damn early to be awake on the weekend!
With a disgruntled sigh, Riku opened the door. He wasn't surprised to see who was there.
"Why didn't you answer?" Cloud demanded, his blue eyes nearly glowing with irritation and a bit of residing fear.
Riku, who was garbed in only a thin pair of black boxers, leaned against the threshold, casually shrugging. "I was asleep. Had to get up and out of bed. You know how lazy I am," Riku answered choppily.
"…Is Sora with you?" Cloud wondered, paying no heed to Riku's pointless explanation.
Riku crinkled his nose momentarily and spared a glance over his shoulder into the quiet apartment behind him. There was no point in lying to Cloud considering how far it got him last time. A break-up with Sora, that's what happened when he lied to the blond. "Yeah."
Cloud exhaled in visible relief. "When he didn't come home last night I thought the worst," Cloud admitted as he ran a shaky hand through his blonde hair. And Riku hadn't noticed it before, but dark circles rimmed Cloud's bright eyes, along with shaking hands. Damn. Cloud must have been worried sick.
"He fell right asleep," Riku explained, leaning his cheek against the cold metal of the frame. "Sorry."
The apology did not sound very sincere. "Could you have at least called?" Cloud said with a small glare directed at his silver haired friend. Blue eyes narrowed as well, adding to the intimidating look the blonde-haired person was producing.
"Will next time," Riku answered curtly.
Cloud sighed in defeat. "Just have him back by lunch. Leon and I wanted to take him out," Cloud said and tensed a bit, obviously wanting nothing more than to end this conversation with his 'best friend'.
"Of course," Riku stated promptly, eying the man who had nearly ended it all for Riku and his boyfriend. "And I'll make sure he comes back in one piece, promise."
Cloud rolled his eyes. "I swear, Riku. If you hurt him…" Cloud began threateningly.
"I'm not the one that hurts people, Cloud," Riku reminded the blond, almost glaring at his friend.
Cloud gaped, his mouth hanging open for a few moments. "By the way…I don't want you screwing my brother. At all. If I hear about it…damnit, Riku," Cloud warned with a narrowed gaze.
Riku shook his head in disbelief. "Afraid that your brother is gonna become a sex addict?"
Cloud glared. "I just don't want you robbing him of his virginity, that's all."
"Why?" Riku demanded, straightening up, appearing quite offended. "Why?" Riku demanded once more. "Why don't you want your best friend who'll actually treat your brother right not to be with him?" Riku cocked a brow. "More importantly, why wouldn't you want your brother with someone you both could trust? Afraid I'll get tired of him? Oh wait no, that's your job."
"Stop being immature, Riku. It won't solve anything," Cloud said with a reasoning tone. "I just don't want you to rush things with him. You're…basically, his first relationship. If you don't do things right, he'll be scarred."
"I'm aware of that," Riku answered simply. "I hate to cut you short, Cloud, but I want to go back to bed. And there's a draft out here." Riku gestured to his mostly unclothed body.
Cloud glared and shrugged dismissively. "Fine. Just have Sora back by lunch," Cloud stated once more in an annoying way of reminding the silver haired male.
Riku sighed. "Okay Cloud," he drawled and then moved a bit back into his apartment, making a move to close the door. However, before he could do such Cloud had stuck his foot into the door, deterring it from shutting.
"One more thing."
"Yes?" Riku asked with an elongated pronunciation of the word.
"What…happened between us… I want you to know I never wanted to hurt you. There was just… things that … made things play out the way they did," Cloud explained carefully, meeting Riku's confused aquamarine gaze. Without a word, Cloud removed his foot and stalked back down the hallway.
"And I'm what? Supposed to believe that or something?" Riku snapped irritably, eying the blond with a look of vexation.
"No," Cloud stated simply. The blond paused at the end of the hallway and swiveled his head around, his cloudy blue eyes staring sternly back at Riku. "I'm not expecting you to believe it. I just wanted you to know it. You know, so you didn't think I purposely cast you aside emotionlessly. That's all."
And perhaps it would have felt better if Cloud had said he just didn't want anything to do with Riku.
"Well, whatever. I have Sora now. It doesn't matter anymore," Riku stated, his aquamarine eyes staring sternly down at the blond. And Riku wished with all his heart that his words were all true. Yet, he knew that they were all partial lies. And it hurt him so badly—but not as much as it'd hurt Sora.
"I see…" Cloud trailed off, hunching his shoulders a bit before continuing his walk down the hallway.
"I'll bring Sora over at noon," Riku stated quietly into the air, watching as Cloud nodded and exited by means of the elevator door. With a sigh, Riku lowered his gaze and gripped painfully onto the door-frame.
Cloud…hadn't wanted to hurt him? Did that mean at one point Cloud had liked him back? Riku's stomach began twisting and turning and then churning as he stood there, feeling a bit sick. I have Sora. We've gone through this. I want Sora. It's simple. Sora. Not Cloud. Sora. So why did he feel like such a dirty, rotten, lying bastard when he said that?
Riku shook his head dismissively and head back towards his bedroom. "I'm a moron," he told himself as he crossed his arms to his cold, bare chest. "Cloud's an ass. Nothing he could say will change anything. It won't," Riku reasoned as he trudged back into the bedroom, yawning wearily as he closed the door behind him.
Riku hadn't expected a brunet to coming flying at him the moment he closed the door.
"Sora?" Riku asked cautiously, eying the brunet who had at once curled his arms around the taller's form.
"There's a spider on the bed!" Sora squeaked in fear, clinging to the older for dear life. Sora's hands remained on Riku's back and his face nuzzled against Riku's chest, hiding itself from the hideous sight. A shiver slipped down Sora's spine as he stood there, holding his boyfriend impossibly close to his own body.
"A spider?" Riku repeated questioningly. I never have spiders in my house. I'm on a freaking high floor. It'd be impossible. "Maybe you had a nightmare?" Riku suggested, glancing down wearily at the trembling brunet who refused to loosen his grip on Riku. Oh teenagers.
"I'm pretty sure it wasn't a dream, Riku!" Sora argued stubbornly, nudging his nose repeatedly against the flat planes of Riku's chest. It was warm…and nice. Sora blinked rapidly for a few moments before a slight blush crept up onto his face. His palms began to sweat, just the slightest, as he stood there. Was the room spinning? It sure felt like it.
"Sora, you're shaking badly, maybe you should sit down," Riku advised, running a hand cautiously through Sora's baby soft brown hair. Sora's hair was so beautiful…how could he hurt someone as gorgeous as Sora for a second time? He couldn't. He wouldn't.
"I'm fine," Sora lied and progressed onwards to laugh under his breath. "See? I'm not shaking as much as a few minutes ago…" Sora trailed off as he rubbed his cheek timidly against Riku's bare chest, his cheeks turning a dark shade of crimson.
"Good," Riku said as he idly kissed Sora's forehead.
Without another word, Riku dropped his hand from Sora's hair and snaked it in-between their bodies. Fingers clasped gently onto Sora's right cheek, lightly caressing it and tilting it upwards. Shy, blue eyes met deep, furtive aquamarine ones. Sora squeaked and looked off to the right, attempting to hide his blush. "Are you blushing, Sora?" Riku questioned in an almost sultry tone.
"No, why would I be blushing?" Sora grumbled, his face getting brighter by the moment. Uncomfortably, Sora shifted his gaze back to Riku's, noticing how intently the older was staring at him. Sora opened his mouth to comment on Riku's sudden seriousness but was cut short when Riku's thumb began brushing along his cheek. Back and forth. Sora at once fell under a makeshift spell.
"I don't know. Why don't you tell me?" Riku recommended, indolently pressing a chaste kiss to Sora's other cheek. His lips lingered there for a few minutes before pulling away. The color was suiting for Sora.
"Because you're being…all Rikuish," Sora mumbled under his breath, face as bright as an overripe apple. "Which isn't a bad thing, I don't think…" Sora laughed apprehensively under his breath and kept his blue gaze locked onto an object in the distance. Why did standing against his practically naked boyfriend make him all of a sudden turn into a stammering, incoherent banshee?
"Rikuish, huh? Is that an adjective?" Riku wondered curiously, gently kissing Sora's cheek again. His tongue flicked out against the warm cheek momentarily, enjoying the shiver that danced down Sora's body instantly afterwards. It was deliciously arousing.
"No…" Sora drawled, his neck impulsively craning as he felt Riku's scratchy tongue against his skin. It wasn't unpleasant—it was just different. Something Sora wasn't accustomed to yet. That didn't mean that he didn't like it. In fact, he found it quite appealing… "It's a way of life," Sora corrected in a breathy tone, his eyes fluttering shut briefly.
"I like that," Riku chortled as he kissed the very beginning of Sora's neck, below his ear. He must have hit a pressure point because Sora choked out a stifled moan as his grip on Riku's back increased tenfold. And the brunet shuddered a few times in Riku's grasp which was highly noticeable. "And I like that as well." A small smirk.
"W-who… was at the door?" Sora managed to ask, his fingers kneading like a kitten would against the back of Riku's shoulder blades. Sora was barely aware of his surroundings nor was he aware of what he was doing exactly. All he cared about and felt at this moment was an escalating warmth in the room and how damn good it felt to have Riku so close to him.
"Cloud. He wanted to tell me to bring you back around noon," Riku explained plainly, raising his hand into the air. Curiously, the silveret dragged his index finger down the curve of Sora's left side. Green eyes watched in pure amusement as Sora's back arched involuntarily, twisting away from the ticklish touch.
"A-and how far away is that?" Sora questioned, piercing his bottom lip with his teeth as he attempted to prevent a guttural noise from slipping from his lips. Oh yeah, the brunet was beyond shy.
Riku twisted his neck away from Sora's and peered over at the digital clock next to the bed. Eyebrows arched before he returned his attention Sora's neck. The taller simply nipped a column of Sora's neck, receiving a pleasured noise almost instantly. "I say it's about nine-thirty. We have a good two hours or so…" Riku trailed off and nibbled on the brunet's neck, sucking the skin experimentally between his lips.
"I…see," Sora answered, groaning at this slipping self restraint. "R-riku?" Sora asked, his legs wobbling as his entire body began to tremble against the older male in front of him.
"What's up?" Riku replied, lifting his face away from Sora's now wet neck. Aquamarine hues stared at Sora for a long moment, coaxing the brunet into response.
"Can we…sit down or something?" Sora requested, his chest rising and deflating at insane speeds. "P-please? My legs…feel like jello," Sora complained as he pressed close to Riku, burying his beet red face against the silveret's bare chest.
"Sure," Riku said as he pulled away from Sora. The brunet made a small, displeased noise as the warmth of Riku's body left him. Blue eyes watched as Riku ambled slowly across the room, backwards, towards the bed. The back of Riku's knees made contact with the end of the bed and Riku promptly fell backwards, purposely, onto the mattress, his back hitting the area.
Sora blushed once again and nervously meandered over, playing with his fingers as he went. When he was within a foot of the bed, Riku's arms flung out from their placement on the bed and snagged Sora's wrist. The brunet squeaked as he stared down at his laying boyfriend. Riku smirked back up at Sora before yanking the shorter towards him. The action caused the young brunet boy to tumble forwards, landing halfway across Riku's chest. Sora's limbs hung off the side of the bed as he continued squeaking from alarm.
"Riku!" Sora complained, blushing furiously up at his boyfriend as he sneaked a peek at the man he was now laying on top of. What an odd change of events.
"Yes?" Riku drawled, smirking seductively at Sora as his arms curled around Sora's waist, keeping the brunet securely on top of his hips. "What's up?"
"Uh…" Sora was silent for a long moment as he stared uncertainly down into Riku's eyes. How had he gone an entire week without even seeing them? How had he gone that long without kissing his boyfriend? Sora shivered a bit, his gaze remaining locked with Riku's. I…I think I love him… Sora thought weakly, his mind turning numb as he stared down at his sneering boyfriend.
"Something wrong?" Riku questioned, leaning up to press a tender kiss onto Sora's cheek. It wasn't a provocative or arousing, just adoring.
"No," Sora answered honestly as he giggled uneasily. "Just…looking at your eyes?" Sora continued gaining color.
"That's thoughtful," Riku commented as he nuzzled his cheek against Sora's, breathing gently down onto his boyfriend's neck. "It was lonely without you here," Riku whispered, the silence engulfing their forms once again.
Sora lowered his gaze. "I know…I really missed you," Sora confessed, his words now barely whispers as he made no attempt to move away from Riku.
"I'm sorry I hurt you," Riku murmured, keeping his cheek against Sora's. Right now he didn't want Sora to see his eyes—he was too afraid that Sora would see the flicker of uncertainty in them. That little, lingering amount of affection that he still held for Cloud, that could ultimately drive him to make another mistake. How could you stop yourself from loving someone?
"I…just don't do it again," Sora settled upon, his hands resting nervously on Riku's milky bone shoulders. "It really hurt, Riku. I didn't think it would, but it did." Small tears prickled in Sora's eyes.
"Sora," Riku murmured, his heart breaking a thousand times over when he heard the restraint in Sora's voice. When he heard the tears in Sora's eyes form. He just knew they were there. "Sora," he said again, unable to reassure Sora that it would not happen again. All he could do was say the brunet's name and force himself to only think about Sora, Sora, Sora.
"Riku?"
Silence once again was the dominating factor.
"Yeah?" Riku murmured, losing all of his earlier intents. He no longer wanted to see how far he could go with Sora. All he wanted right now was to hold Sora and just talk. Hold him until the brunet passed out in his arms… in his bed.
"I think I love you," Sora whispered, his voice strained and tired.
And those three words just tore the whole of Riku apart.
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It was already one in the afternoon. After Riku had returned Sora back to his home and left the boy with a long, passionate, lingering goodbye kiss, he decided upon going to see if he could…possibly work things out with Roxas. And work out his troubling thoughts as well.
So that left Riku, walking the streets of New York silently. The silveret kept his hands in his jacket pockets as he walked, not wanting them to be exposed for some reason or another. True, it was summer, but he just didn't like his hands to be exposed to the weather of the city. Regardless, Riku continued on his way towards the café, his mind feeling fuzzy. Sora loves me?...How did that happen? Riku shook his head. He doesn't know what love is, that's all. He thinks it's love but it's not. That's all. Then he thought, Why am I trying so damn hard to convince myself that Sora doesn't love me?... Was it because he was terrified that he was going to break the brunet for a second time?
Riku entered the café. The moment he pushed the door in and closed it he felt a million pairs of eyes settling upon him. Right. Roxas probably hates me now. Axel is probably going to beat my face in for what I did. And Namine. God. I doubt she'll want to speak to me still. Riku felt a bit sick to his stomach as he quietly ambled across the café and towards the counter. No one was at it at the moment.
"Maybe they saw me coming and ran," Riku snorted as he took a seat on the barstool and glanced around the remotely quiet café. No one was performing on stage but a cheerful tune played through the speakers. The radio, Riku figured. Either that or a recording from another night. In the back of his mind he wondered if he ever would have another chance to play here.
"And what are you doing here?" deadpanned a voice from behind Riku.
Riku didn't need to turn around to know who that voice belonged to anymore than he needed to see the face to know that the man was very pissed at him. Riku stiffened, just the slightest, and proceeded to hang his head down a bit. Did I come here to apologize? he thought idly as he sat there, not daring to respond to the blond behind him.
"I thought I at least deserved an answer," snorted the other man.
Riku shrugged and watched out of the corner of his eye as Roxas took a seat beside him. The blond appeared to have the remnants of a black eye. However, the bruise was fading and it didn't look nearly as bad as it probably did in the beginning. Riku cleared his throat and dared to turn his head to the right to stare at his 'ex' friend.
"I don't know why you'd ruin friendships over a relationship, Riku," Roxas said emptily as he laced his hands together on the counter. Piercing, blue eyes remained locked with Riku's paralyzed ones. "I mean, I know I perhaps was a bit too blunt, but to punch me and then storm out of here like a two year old? That's not very becoming."
"You said I was replacing Cloud with Sora," Riku gritted out through clenched teeth.
"If it wasn't true then you wouldn't have gotten so upset with me," Roxas pointed out, a devious smirk appearing on his lips. "I know how your mind works, Riku. I've known you for far too long to not know what you're doing."
Riku sighed and laughed mockingly under his breath. "If what you're saying is true then why can't I stop thinking about Cloud?" Riku was taking a shot. He was opening up to the man he had just punched and betrayed. Why? Because frankly he thought that Roxas and Namine would be the only two people who would offer to listen to him—Sora and Cloud couldn't. It was about them, after all.
"I think you need to talk to Cloud about everything, that's what I think," Roxas said and leaned back a bit on the stool. "It's obvious that you have feelings for the both of them. I've seen the way you look at Sora and I know how you feel about Cloud. If you want an answer to your own question you're going to need to bite the bullet and talk to Cloud."
Riku snorted in disbelief. "Talk to him? Roxas, everyone I talk to him alone …something happens."
Roxas nodded knowingly. "I know, Riku."
Silence. "On a scale of one to ten, how pissed are you at me?" Riku asked, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of his palm.
"An eight," Roxas said and then tapped his fingers on the counter, drawing Riku's attention to him. "But I've been madder before. I'm sure you remember why." Both males laughed under their breaths. "An apology would be a good starting point to fixing the problem, don't you think?"
"You're too wise for your own good," Riku mumbled under his breath and shook his head to the right. "You need your own show or something. You're like a Dr. Phil prodigy."
Roxas blanched and narrowed his eyes. "Never, ever say that again."
Riku chortled for real this time. Sea green lifted themselves off his hands and settled upon Roxas. "All right, then. I'm sorry for knocking your lights off and for quitting. Your turn."
"I'm sorry for stating the truth," Roxas said a bit distantly.
Riku sighed. "All right, then." The silveret glanced over his shoulder at the café, at once noticing that Axel was not here. "Where's Axel? He's usually here?" Riku questioned as he turned back to his blonde friend with curious, aquamarine eyes. He was determined to mend their fractured friendship.
"Busy," Roxas stated simply and glanced at the buzzing coffee maker. "Namine is in the backroom sorting through boxes," he went on to explain. "So it's just you and me at the moment."
"So she is still working here part time?"
"Yeah, when she's not down at the office working out patient's problems," Roxas sneered and laced his hands together under his chin. "I kind of feel bad for her. Of all the jobs to have, she has to be a therapist. I never saw her as one. Did you?" he asked, arching a blonde eyebrow at Riku.
"No," Riku answered honestly and swallowed down a lump of nerves he really wasn't sure was there prior. "Roxas?"
"Hm?" Roxas turned his attention back to his childhood friend with a cocked brow. "What's on your mind this time?"
"Sora said he loved me," Riku stated a bit uneasily.
"That's good," Roxas answered and gave a sharp nod, his feet swaying back and forth over the edge of the stool. "If the boy cares about you enough to say that then you have something good going for you. I'm happy for you, then."
"I guess…"
"What? Would you prefer if Cloud had said it?" Roxas stared sternly at his friend.
Riku's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to argue but found it impossible to do such. Riku groaned and lowered his gaze. "I just don't know if Sora knows what love is, that's all," Riku mumbled in explanation, attempting to hide the hurt glint of truth that was residing in his eyes.
"Well…why don't you ask him?"
Spoken like a true best friend and realist, Riku supposed. This is going to be a long, long week… "How do I ask him something like that? Hey, Sora. I wanted to know what your perception of love is. I want to know if you really do love me or if you're just lusty. Yeah, Roxas. He'd certainly be happy if I said that to him."
"You don't have to be so blunt about it," Roxas said and then distantly looked off to the right. "When Axel told me he loved me I asked him to describe how he felt when he said that. He got mad for the first few minutes but then he realized that I was just curious. Love is a tricky thing…it's hard to really know when you're in love."
"I know," Riku deadpanned and ran a hand distractedly through his hair. "I know that too damn well," he admitted and began massaging his temples. "I don't even know what I feel about Sora."
"Well, you were pretty damn upset to have lost him so I assume it's getting close to that point," Roxas pointed out and looked back at Riku once again, his icy blue eyes portraying everything that he had just spoken.
"I suppose I was," Riku sighed and leaned his elbows onto the counter, resting his chin into his hands. "I'm sort of terrified to try anything with him, though. I'm not sure how mentally ready he is for anything. I was going to try something this morning, I had every intent, but then he started explaining how he felt about me and stuff…"
"Wait for him to approach it," Roxas suggested, nodding his head. "You'll be certain that he's ready if he's the one to bring it up."
"And when will that be? Four months?"
"If you love him you'll wait," Roxas sneered and pushed his body off the stool. "I have to go tend to my customers." Roxas stretched his arms above his head and yawned a bit.
"All right," Riku murmured and lowered his gaze, about to be lost in his thoughts again.
"And Riku?" Riku turned his gaze to the blond with an upturned eyebrow. "Be here tomorrow at eleven." Riku smirked, nodded, and turned back to stare out the window. Maybe… Just maybe… Riku thought dismally as he was soon lost to his own thoughts.
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Sora curled up on his bed and began to stare out the window, watching the summer rain fall. The brunet leaned his head up against the cold glass and sighed with relief. I told him. I…told him about how I feel. That's a step in the right direction, right? Of course it is… Sora figured and closed his eyes briefly. If Riku loves me too he'll tell me, right? This is love, right? Sora's mind got a bit fuzzy. He would have asked Cloud but at this moment he really wasn't too sure if he could talk about love with Cloud knowing that his brother had kissed Riku and still held some emotions for the other male. It hurt. It really did.
"Cloud has Leon, though," Sora reasoned with himself as he breathed in deeply. "And I have Riku. Riku has me. Everything will be fine, right? Yeah, of course," Sora murmured, his words falling to whisper in the silence.
Sora's thoughts were interrupted when a ding sounded through his ears. The brunet's eyes opened and glanced across the room. Blue eyes settled upon his computer. In the corner was a small 'new email' icon. Figuring that it was from Riku, Sora quickly got off the bed and traversed across his bedroom.
Sora rapidly opened it, expecting to see some mushy letter that would make his heart soar and his stomach feel funny but what he saw didn't do any of that. In fact, it scared the living shit out of him.
Don't think this is over, it said. And when Sora saw the email address he nearly fainted. And at the bottom of the email was a small, ending sentence. I know more than you think.
And Sora just wanted to break down in tears.
"N-no…" he whispered weakly, closing the email quickly and slumping back into his computer chair. "No," he repeated as tears began to swell up in his eyes. "No…it is over. It is," Sora kept saying and hugged his arms tightly to his body. "It is…It is…"
But was it really? Sora knew, in his heart, that it wasn't…