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Challenge: {135} Disaster
Title: Dulled
Wordcount: 491
Warnings: Character death, mention{s} of Sora-Riku.
Notes: Well, see for yourself.

Maybe this was horrible, maybe it wasn't.

All Sora knew was that his oldest friend was dead and she was weeping at his grave as if she cried enough, she'd die from dehydration.

It had been years since their adventures, a more likely cause for their death and he had died of old age. It seemed not so long ago that they were world hopping, one trying to avoid the other. Now they were older, wiser, and the moron had died drowning.

He had been lost in darkness and Sora had been chasing after a shadow that didn't even appear on the radar. Smoke and mirrors and all that. He had been possessed and still found his way back, even if it had been with help. There was no way to make this right, no light that could chase the darkness away this time. They'd have to pull themselves back up and Sora doubted they had the energy to. Older, wiser, had no meaning. It was all rubbish.

With all that he had survived, Sora had viewed him as near immortal. It didn't matter now however, he was dead and she was too weathered to pull herself up. Sora would have to do it himself and he couldn't find the light inside himself to do that this time.

Maybe in a few days he'd be alright, ready to help her pick the pieces up again. In the grand scheme of things, at their age, the trio had no place and already one of them was gone.

Old age was such a trivial term, as was middle aged and adolescence. You were as old as you felt but than your body reminded you of just how old you were and Sora found himself lost as his back ached, the cane the only thing supporting him as he hobbled to the grave that she was kneeling at.

Sora heard her words and found himself nodding absentmindedly as he stared at the head stone. She was still crying, tears coursing a steady route down her cheeks. Her face was crumpled and red, gray hair sticking to her wrinkled face and Sora found it difficult looking at her. It was like a mirror, her eyes still as bright as thirty, forty, fifty years ago. They hadn't changed, still shinning fiercely with an inner light that matched Sora's worn one. Sora had always admired her and still did. They had dulled, only her retaining the light that had attracted them in the first place. He could still picture her disappointment when Sora and Riku had announced their relationship but the purplish blue orbs had still been bright even than.

It occured to Sora that he should be the one kneeling on the grave, not her kneeling there but he couldn't muster up the energy to do so. Sora could only stare with sad eyes at the engraved headstone, trying to prevent his eyes from dulling further.