Chasing Destiny

Sora

"A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge"

[♥]

Without any sense of reluctance or hesitancy, you come to a stop outside of a heavy wooden door. Normally you would be nervous and wracked with uncertainty, but you had never been more sure of anything in your whole life. It's only 8:00 in the morning, so you open the door as quietly as possible. A low squeak echoes through the room, and you pause momentarily to peek your head inside. Under a mess of blankets and pillows is a softly snoring figure, and a small smile automatically grows on your face.

You dart inside of his room, tip-toeing so as not to wake him. Upon reaching the bed, you gingerly pull back the covers. Sora's sprawled out, his mouth slightly open and his eyes closed. White gauze is wrapped around his neck from the wound received from Zexion, something you note with a frown. Without thinking you sink down beside him under the covers, gently wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your head into his loose shirt. His light snoring comes to a stop, and you can feel him stirring under your arms. A hand rests on the back of your head, so soft you can barely feel it.

"[Name]?" he questions quietly, and you reluctantly pull back to stare up at him.

Sora's bright blue eyes look a little bleary, obviously exhausted, and he's watching you with an expression of confusion.

"Hey," you greet, resting your chin on his chest as you continue to study him.

He suddenly breaks out into a grin, wrapping his arms around your middle as he pulls you against him, nuzzling his cheek with yours.

"I thought you forgot about me," he teases, though you can hear a slight trace of hurt in his voice. "I kept trying to visit you, but... Ven said you needed to be alone."

"I did," you agree, your face resting in the crook of his neck. "But I'm okay now. You're stuck with me."

His laugh rings through your ear as he rests a hand under your chin, forcing you to move your head so that you're looking up at him. He's grinning wide, and though you can see the exhaustion on his face, there's also relief.

"Good. I thought you were mad at me."

"No!" you exclaim, quickly shaking your head. "I thought you would be mad at me!"

"Why?" he asks, lazily running a finger down your exposed neck.

You blanch slightly, avoiding his gaze as you instead glance around his room. It's messy, with clothes and books strewn about. You can't help but smile internally at your lack of surprise at the untidiness.

"You know why, Sora," you finally mutter with a sigh. "I... I'm sorry you had to see that. I just... I wasn't ready to die, and I took a chance. I didn't-"

"Stop," he interrupts, placing a hand over your mouth. "I get it, [Name]. You had to try something, right?"