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Warnings: None, really. Summary: Sora ponders beaches and love. In my time, I have seen many beaches. They were scattered across the universe, each one unique to the world I found it on. But none could ever compare to the beach that set the scenes for so many of my dreams, the one that I had spent most of my life on, had learned to love on. I've been wanting to return there so badly, but I only ever see it in my dreams any more--and along with it is the boy I've spent months upon months searching for. The boy I had left Kairi--the supposed love of my life--for. The one that disappeared behind a closing door and left nothing behind but a memory and a faint smell of paopu fruit. The smell has disappeared now and I've longed for it for so long...but the memory remains, as faded and precious as an ancient painting. Maybe one day it will be restored. And maybe one day I can admit the truth that I have denied so long--my heart belongs to my rival, not my best friend.  let's go home
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