ivory5

The water was a dream. The salt, and the palms. The sand that stuck to his clothing. The brunette in his arms. It wouldn't tear anyone as much as it did each time he woke up from one of these perfect dreams. I watched for seashells as each wave pulled the sand, and pushed it back. It wasn't any fair that I couldn't find one nice enough for him. "Riku! Let's adventure today!" Sora's voice echoed in my mind, and I imagined it again. "Hey Riku, why do you have that paopu?" I smiled at that particular memory, before the voice came back again. "Riku, what are you doing?" I breated the salt, listening to the memories. "Riku?" I turned, Sora