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The Calm Before the StormThe sun beat gently down on my face from its apex in the clear azure sky, reflected millions of times more brilliantly in the tranquil waves of the seas surrounding Destiny Islands.
My toes were busy burrying themselves in the warm, wet sands, water creeping up occasionally to lap at my feet. I yawned, arms stretched above my head as I reclined in the sand, enjoying the peacefullness of another summer afternoon.
A sudden crash of thunder deafened me for a moment, and I shot up to a sitting position, scrambling to put my shoes on as a spiral of dark, angry clouds circled above in the inky black sky.
Strong, howling winds pushed me about as I stood, raising an arm to shield my eyes from the sand and dirt carried by the gales. I took a few stumbling steps forward away from the maddening ocean, hair whipping painfully against my face. "Sora? Kairi? Where are y--"
A flash of lightning filled my vision with a blinding white, followed shortly by another furious roar of thunder. I clapped my h
Dreaming of YouI've been having these weird dreams lately...
His hand reached toward me, fingers loosely open and beckoning me closer. Slowly, my arm lifted from my side, stretching, striving to reach him. For some reason, I couldn't move my feet--it was like they were cemented in place, and I wobbled and flailed as I tried to grab hold of his hand.
And all the time he was smiling at me; that small, knowing, comforting smile that encouraged me. Eyes hidden in the shadow of his silver hair watched me patiently, waiting for my fumbling fingers to lock with his.
The tip of my index finger brushed his, and I strained to reach further, eyes clenched shut in the effort.
"Come on," I heard him say gently. "Just a bit more."
"Riku--" I opened my eyes to glance up at him, only to find an empty black space where he had been.
My feet came unglued from the floor, and I toppled over, bruising my elbows and forearms and knees. I pushed myself up immediately, turning in small, quick circles.
DesertionEmpty frames of photographs
Torn out long ago are scattered fro and to
Dying echoes of joyous laughs
Faded quickly through a stiffled atmosphere
Withered petals dew-dropped of rain
Left abandoned in their vase of stagnant water
Sillhouettes of silent pain
Banished forth to corners darkened by unseen light
Frayed curtains of dullest silk
Billowed out and in on a gentle gust of breath
Dirtied sheets of likely ilk
Rested with burdened age of memories long past
And invisible to those who look
And ugly to those of highest taste
And hate by those whose hearts shrink not
Empty frames of dying laughs
And faded photographs
VigilThere are dark clouds overhead. I can hear the distant growl of thunder, a pre-storm wind rushing through the tree in which I am perched. I lean against the rough bark, the branch I am sitting on swaying precariously.
As invisible fingers toy with the black flames of my hair, I cross my arms and wonder again, Why am I here?
A quick glance to the lit window in front of me answers my question. I am here to see him, to watch silently as he does the mundane ningen task I have heard him refer to as "homework".
And as I watch, I find myself thinking about how perfect he is. How the waves of his scarlet hair accent the sensuality of his lithe body, how the faint smile upon his lips always shows no matter what, how his eyes are sparkling, flawless emerald gems. How he can devise a well-thought-out plan whenever needed, how he can sooth any with a word, how his calm demeanor reassures those around him that it will be all right.
Those thoughts are quickly followed by disgusted thoughts of me. I
Memories of NothingTime feels endless at moments, but then you wake up the next day and a few years have already gone by. It's funny how that works. And then you look at how extremely old the Earth—the stars, the planets—the universe is, and it completely dwarfs whatever insignificant amount of time we're given to live.
And of course, with a quick life comes quicker death. It's not an exactly cheery topic—but it's not an exactly depressing one either. All things that live must die—all that goes up must come down—all that begins must end.
Death—why do humans fear the most inevitable of consequences? Or is it what lies beyond death that we fear? A sense of foreboding, perhaps. Maybe it's because we have no way of knowing what becomes of us after we shed our physical bodies.
But I know what we become. Memories. Memories trapped in the hearts of the ones we loved, hated, haven't spoken to since kindergarten or yesterday, barely conversed with at all—the ones we see daily, weekly, monthly, or however often ou
Lost AngelPearly wings stained crimson spread painfully before me, shuddering with the effort and sending a few tainted feathers swaying, swaying ever so gently to the bloodied earth, where they rested peacefully—ironically so—among the midst of freshly festering corpses.
A strange bubble expanded in my chest, bursting from my mouth as part laughter, part agonized cry. My head tilted back to scream at the burning sky as my legs gave out beneath me, cracked dirt speeding up to meet my knees with a painful smack.
What energy I had left evaporated with the fading echoes of my strangled shout, and I collapsed onto my palms. Glancing wearily up, I saw him stumbling towards me, thick red liquid dripping gently from his fingers.
He dropped to his knees in from of me, silently wrapping his arms protectively around my torso. I could feel him shiver violently, and a sob snared in my throat as my leaden arms lifted slowly to return his embrace.
By the time my arms reached where his back should have been, h
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