Broken hearts

Holding Yourself Down Is Temporary

"Every time I close my eyes, the pain of my life flashes by me, it's something different each time. A moment of my childhood that lingers in my head for far too long, did you ever feel the same way? " Sora responded, looking at the woman in front of him, her beautiful blue hair, shining in the overwhelming sunlight of the Destiny islands as he lay motionlessly on the island's beautiful white beach. The frozen smile she gave him felt right, looking like something akin to one of the many princesses out of the worlds they used to visit.

That smile that was so pure, and honest to him, that smile that comforted him in his darkest moments, that smile when they shared the Million Dreams ice cream at Disney Town, that smile when they watched the stars at night at home, to Sora smiles use to feel like the best thing in the world, knowing his mother would protect him, inspire him to become a keyblade master, watch him grow up and form his smile to show the world.

Sora didn't know why he always saw his mother when he dreamed, the doctors, and his therapist had told him it was probably some form of guilt, remembrance, or some fancy medical talk that he hardly paid attention to as he watched the blue sky outside of the blank white room.

Sure the spiky blue-haired teen didn't mind seeing his mother when he slept, but it always stung seeing his greatest failure, he promised himself he'd save her, find a keyblade or weapon and free her from that prison. But he was still trapped on this tiny island surrounded by water, and it was like a prison to the teen. The feeling that no one would help him out, Ven was in a coma for a decade at this point, and Terra was hopefully rotting as a lab rat under those Radiant Garden scientists. King Mickey and those other followers of his forgot about him, left his mom trapped in the Realm of Darkness for ten years, and never came to comfort him, offer him a keyblade to try and save her, or put him out of his misery, as without her he was nothing more than an empty shell.

Sora laughed for a minute at the thought of that last part, an empty shell, those words felt so personal to him. Like was he still human after Xehanort broke him, he could still feel the stabbing pain in his heart, as he rubbed his right arm, doing his best to hold a wooden sword in his hand, only for that numbing feeling to return. Sora jolted up, grabbing his arm in pain, quickly removing his prosthetic arm from its socket, as the burning pain reminder of the past sank in again.

Why was he so stupid back then, thinking he could block an oversized keyblade from Xehanort, that was the moment when he died, and returned broken. The tiny bones in his right arm were broken and in an instant, his spine was broken, and his heart stopped, his chest felt like it had a watermelon exploding inside of it. Sure he would have been four, so he wasn't thinking clearly but why did it feel so unfair, Mom was gonna die if he didn't take the attack. It wasn't fair, Mom was supposed to win, and they'd walk off into the sunset, attempting to save Ven, and let that "man" suffer for his darkness. It was supposed to be their life, their happiness, their future.

"Sora, are you up, Hey Sora, your friends are outside waiting on you." A feminine voice called out, breaking Sora out of his thoughts, as he attempted to put on his best smile possible. Knowing that his adoptive mom would want him to stay positive about his life. It may have been weird, but after his mom, and him helped her when her world fell to the darkness. Living with her felt right, well enough to where he felt comfortable with her about his issues, Sora didn't know why for some reason, his mom made his life feel a little more bearable. Besides he could be angry at the man he once called father some other time.

"I'll be right down mom, I just gotta put my arm back in and get dressed." Sora yelled downstairs, as the teen quickly popped his arm back into its socket, grabbed some hair gel, a pair of black shorts, his sky blue shirt, a thin pink zip-up jacket, and some blue and black sneakers. Proceeding to grab his purple sunglasses from his nightstand, and the most important part of his outfit, his sky-blue way finder, the only thing of mom he was able to keep after the downfall of the Land of Departure.