The monsters in our hearts,
the ones that no one else can see
the darkness that never parts
the one risen from reality
the one that settles down in stone
the cruelty that will never leave us alone.
...
The night had passed through their lives without pausing.
If you could choose any day to live, and relive, would you do it?
Would it be worth it?
Time stops for no one. Time slips through the wind and the rain, the happiness and the sadness, but most of all it slips through moments of joy.
It is the moments that we feel the most happy that rips away from us the fastest.
There is no reprieve from sadness.
So is the better alternative to repeat our days unendingly? To live without question or fear, because we know all that will come to pass?
To give up growing, simply so that we can live in those small moments of happiness?
There is little chance of happiness but great risk for pain.
We can slip through the cracks, and slip through time itself, and finally be happy.
But once we decide to live in the past, our present dies.
We become nothing but an echo of who we were.
It destroys us.
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Sora rose first. They had fallen asleep after a couple battles, exhausted from the constant fighting and pain and gore. After all, it wasn't going to be a worthy fight if they wouldn't stand by eachother- to fight with eachother, to fight for eachother.
To stand back to back, fighting against the ceaseless monsters.
Once Riku would die, Sora would always fall soon after.
Riku was stronger in the game, and he had more experience. Yet, because of that, Riku had to play harder for the both of them, and protect Sora too.
And that left Riku the most vulnerable.
Riku lay crumpled in the bed, his breath loud and panting, cold sweat leaking into the covers as his hands clenched them. Perhaps that was what had woken Sora up.
Sora turned around, his back faced away from the bed, and he let himself fall. For a split second, it was peaceful. He looked up at the beautiful sky painted on the wall above him, and let the world take him in.
"TWACK." He landed on a sleeping Riku with a great crackling sound. Riku swore and pushed Sora off, and Sora giggled.
"You asshat."Riku rubbed his sore knee and slowly pulled himself up. His hands unclenched, and he tried to smooth the rumpled sheets. "Thanks." Riku's hair fell unbrushed in front of his eyes, and Sora brushed them behind his ears.
"For what?" Sora's eyes widened innocently, and as he headed toward the bathroom he turned back and winked. "Although, I would accept payment..." A pillow went flying to his head and Sora ducked, his voice echoing through the room.
"Bastard," Riku muttered as the boy wandered out. He sighed and stood up, his muscles stiff and hard. He stretched a bit, reawakening his muscles. He hated the dream. It was always the same one.
He was locked inside of a room, and he couldn't see anything. Only the floor was illuminated in an odd shape, a symbol he had interpreted to mean "broken heart" or "heartless" because of the jagged lines running through the heart. He would run until his breath came out in pants. He could never run far- only until the odd stretch of glowing floor, and then he would be eternally lost. He wanted to stay near the light, but he also wanted to find away out of the unending darkness.
He always continued as far as he could, until he could barely see the light. He would toss and turn, rolling through the landscape with no avail. Eventually, he would lose sight of the symbol and the darkness would press against him, climbing inside of him.
Suddenly, Sora would appear. He would reach up and pull on a string, yanking up a shade. Light would flood the area and Riku would run faster and faster, pulling a deadpan Sora into his arms. He would breathlessly call Sora's name, and Sora would simply stand there, unmoving.
Then, slowly, Sora would finally look at Riku and smile. It wasn't a warm, welcoming smile but a cold, greasy smile that sent shivers down Riku's back. He would release Sora, and try to take a few steps back but Sora would grab him and whisper something in Riku's ear.
"You didn't really think anyone but I would love you, did you?" It was Ansem's voice. Cold and deep and invading. The words would echo again and again, and Riku would look into Sora's eyes and see nothing but malice.
He would always turn and try to run, but he would never be able to get anywhere. His feet would sink into the darkness and he would struggle, try to reach for Sora, but Sora would stand there. The cruel smile never left his face and he stared down.
Riku raised his hand, one last hopeful gesture before the darkness would swallow him completely. His skin became cold and he would stretch his body as far as it would reach, but Sora simply stood there. Sora finally responded, his voice young and sweet. It was Sora! Riku would always feel hope swell within him, and feel it cut out of him when he finally realized what Sora was saying. "Why would I save you?"
Riku would watch Sora stand there as the darkness swallowed him whole.
And then he would wake up.
He heard Sora's voice muffle through his thoughts. "Come one! We're going to be late for school!" Riku pulled his hair up in a loose ponytail, rinsed himself off, and headed out into the cold with Sora.
The outside reminded him of the feeling in his dream.
Like his life was being sucked away.
He wondered when happiness had begun to pass him by.
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I'm sorry guys. I've been pretty sick, and I was trying to get better before I attempted to continue.
If you review, my health will get even better!