Challenge 185: The blue, blue sky
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kh_drabbleTitle: The Blue, blue sky
Challenge: 185- Heatwave
word count: 175
Notes: I abused the english language in a sad sack attempt at "style". Just wanted to give a heads up, the run on sentence was intentional. Also, if this doesn't make any sense I apologize, lack of sleep and all that jazz.
It’s at awkward moments in time that Sora is reminded he’s still himself but not.
It’s during the peak of summer when it seems all the sun does is glare oppressively down on the world and the beaches are uninhabitable from the moment light fills the sky till the moment dusk settles.
It’s during the time when Kairi can’t even so much as think going outside without getting a sunburn and Riku and Tidus and Wakka all run around in flip flops and swim trunks and nobody even knows where Selphie is, although Sora half suspects she’s out on the island staring dreamily at the ocean and thinking things only Selphie could think.
But it’s during these hot simmering days that Sora has the strangest phantom memories. Of things like clock towers and club houses with musty couches and trains and sea salt ice-cream.
Something in the corner of his heart twitches in loss and longing and on these days Sora wants to apologize to the part of him that isn’t himself for waking up.
Challenge: 185- Heatwave
word count: 175
Notes: I abused the english language in a sad sack attempt at "style". Just wanted to give a heads up, the run on sentence was intentional. Also, if this doesn't make any sense I apologize, lack of sleep and all that jazz.
It’s at awkward moments in time that Sora is reminded he’s still himself but not.
It’s during the peak of summer when it seems all the sun does is glare oppressively down on the world and the beaches are uninhabitable from the moment light fills the sky till the moment dusk settles.
It’s during the time when Kairi can’t even so much as think going outside without getting a sunburn and Riku and Tidus and Wakka all run around in flip flops and swim trunks and nobody even knows where Selphie is, although Sora half suspects she’s out on the island staring dreamily at the ocean and thinking things only Selphie could think.
But it’s during these hot simmering days that Sora has the strangest phantom memories. Of things like clock towers and club houses with musty couches and trains and sea salt ice-cream.
Something in the corner of his heart twitches in loss and longing and on these days Sora wants to apologize to the part of him that isn’t himself for waking up.
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