"That day we split the star shaped fruit
I knew that destiny'd uproot me
I saw it burning in the sand
I tried to fight and take his hand
And then he was gone"- Memory , The living Tombstone.
A lifetime of friendship should not feel so distant after two years apart. But it does.
Two years. And they almost feel like strangers.
Two years of missing them without knowing what you're missing, of chasing them down, of trying to find them again. And you did. You found them.
And you're together again, on the same racetrack, but you are at the start, as they run side by side.
You remember that they were already best friends when you came to the island. And they extended the hand of friendship to you, and felt right, you felt like you belonged with them. A trio of friends.
It hurts to not be the most important people in each other's lives anymore. Or it hurts you? Do they even think about you? Did they notice? Or was the drifting so natural on their end that they didn't notice, and you forgot and forgot until you didn't. Even without remembering, you still felt the loss of them. Do they feel that for you? A part of them hollow where you once took up space?
Sora ties his shoes the way you taught him, and Riku dashes a line through his sevens the way you do, and all three of you use the same number of points on the star. He taught you how to make milkshakes with just the right amount of banana, and coconut ice cream does not taste right without cinnamon, after years of Sora insisting on it. There's countless little habits formed from years of friendship, from being in each other's space and minds so much.
You miss them.
And you have a Keyblade now, and you could be a trio again, but they are so far ahead of you now.
Part of it's you. They protected you, when your heart was stolen, and then you went to school with Selfie and Tidus while they saw other worlds and saved them. You didn't want to leave the island, you didn't want things to change. You didn't want Them to change. But they did. They went and grew up without you, and it's hard to find connections anymore.
There's a gap you don't want to look at. That you want to fill. But how?
You have your Keyblade. You write to them. But you're afraid to send them, to have it answered. You're scared of what they would say.
There's so much you don't know. So much you might not want to know. Where to begin asking?
Things have changed. And you don't know if you are going to be that close again. Can that distance be closed? Can you be as strong as you were? Can there be Trinity again?
You don't know. And you hate the uncertainty.
But if you don't do anything, you're going to continue to be strangers. They would protect you in a heartbeat, but do you even have the same favorites? Fears? Hobbies?
It's going to be hard, but you have to start somewhere.
Maybe by sending the letters?
No? Maybe that's too fast.
A picnic. You're going to take them on a picnic after this, and swim on the beach, and eat watermelon, and reconnect.
You're scared that it's not going to happen, that they won't want to come, to be with their boring old childhood friend, when they have so many exciting new ones.
No. You're going to have your picnic.
You have to have faith.
That song always hits me in the feels