THREE YEARS AGO-
CHAPTER 1
(Three months later…)
Kairi's POV:
It has been three years. Three years since that day I told him I was pregnant. Three long years since I last saw his handsome tanned face on ruffled his spiky-hair, since his hand had lovingly caressed my cheek on I had started into his blue-cerulean eyes, how I longed to hear his soft deep voice saying softly how much he loved me, or take me in his arms and snuggle there while watching a movie. But no, I didn't have anything of that any longer, and I probably never would. Memories of him are what keep me going. Day after day I woke up with the same stupid false hope: wake u and see him curled up beside me. A stupid false hope. "Its ok don't cry mommy" A soft childish voice said. i reached up to touch my face sure enough, it was wet. Tears, they don't help at all. It's the same pain if you let them flow or if you don't. It will always hurt. I quickly wiped them away and looked down to the worried face of my child in front of me. "Good morning baby" I said smiling at her, Right then she gave me the highlight every day since that morning she was brought to this world, she smiled. It was a combination of his lop-sided grin, that trade-mark smile of him the one he would always flash at me after we shared a kiss. Then came the sweet innocence of mine. All combined and mixed in one little pure face: Our daughter. For the people who knew us both, it would be quite shocking to meet our daughter because not only her smile was a combination, her whole self was. Her hair was crimson like mine. She had long curled up locks and they had highlights of brown, a light chocolate brown, and the amazing thing was: they were natural. Then last but not least comes the most astonishing thing about my little girl: Her eyes. a blend between cerulean-blue and the strong hint of purple of my eyes, In other words: they are gorgeous.
"So how am I to call you today Miss?"
She didn't hesitate to say: "Sky. Just Sky"
I smiled. I had told her many stories about the origin of her name: SKY ROXANE. After him. She knows this and insisted on being called that way.
"Sky, Just Sky mommy." her second name came from his brother, Roxas. He had helped me in everything since I was alone in the world two months pregnant. Unfortunately he had died some time after my little girl was born. She was named after the two most amazing guys in the world: The Strife brothers.
"Common Missy or you are going to be late to your first excursion day." That did it. She began to blab away on what they were going to do, how and when. "Mommy-cakes remember you have to pick me up at the park no at the school, kay? If you go there, there won't be anybody. Will be long gone…" I made a mental note on that. I don't know how she managed but she could eat her "breakfy" and talk at the same time. I headed there to the car and put her seat belt on.
"…Are you still looking for me? Will you ever find me?..."
SORA'S POV
I could hear myself parting but it was far away. I kept walking not minding the fact that I was almost not breathing. The park was my goal. I would rest in the bench that oversees the playground. My spirit always calmed down at the sound of children laughter. It had been three whole months since I had been at Destiny Islands and this was the only possible world where she could be and something told me that she was. Maybe was the wind, or my heart or something in the air. I don't know. Laughter lulled me straight to the playground. Soon enough I founded myself in front of a bench overlooking the play set. I sat down with a heavy sigh and closed my eyes. Welcomed memories rushed all at once popping in succession on my head.
"Well' always be together, right Sora?"
"… Sora, don't ever change!"
"… I'll always be with you! I promise!"
I could feel unshed tears gathering inside my eyes. Suddenly I felt a pair of little hands rest on my knee.
"Daddy, why are you sad?"
I was startled. that soft little voice caught me off guard. And on top, it was calling ME daddy. I looked down in a daze. Sure enough resting her head on her little arms (that were resting on my knee) was a little girl looking worriedly at me.
"Well, hello there!" She smiled but in my daze it seemed like a blur. I felt myself smile back.
"Are you happy now daddy?" Oh, my. This girl thinks I am her dad! What to do…? "Sweetie I think you are mistaking me. I am not your daddy"
She stood up and jumped her face set. "Yes you are! You are just like mommy describes you. Cedulean eyes, spiky brown hair and dwimple cheeks. It's you!"
I started at her. Yet another memory managed to fill my mind,
"I love your dimples!"
"At this moment I want to see your dimpled smile."
I came back to present time to see what looked like the mother of the child that came to take her away. I held my breath my breath, was this the woman who describe her husband who happened to be me? Was I dreaming? Was this even real? Most of all…
Was this HER?