Apology (Kingdom Hearts Sora Oneshot)

Apology

They were both young when they allowed themselves to get tangled into the famous area called 'Love'

Both being each other's first and both still elusively inexperienced.

Only being aware of the fact that they both loved one another and that they had found their complementary piece.

Still fledglings and in love.

They both knew that their relationship grew on unstable ground. As from the beginning they witnessed how various mountains emerged from their life road. And how seemingly umpteen boulders dropped mercilessly in front of the couple, with the intention of preventing them from moving on peacefully.

All indescribable sturdy and towering over their heads.

Their parents refused the newly born connection vehemently.
Therefore screams and fights dominated their lives daily.

Occasionally tears were spilled and apologies used as ointment.

Their legal guardians did all they could to separate them permanently and correspondingly everyone held the belief that the relationship would crumble under the immense pressure.

However due to the fact that they both believed in the mutual feelings that resided between them, they continued to cling onto it adamantly. Resulting in them overcoming the first daunting hurdle with the impression of having strengthened their precious connection.

They thought their love was invincible and that they would be able to protect it from any oncoming assailant who felt the need to try cutting the string that linked them to one another.

Though an offender didn't appear.

They grew older and the life that they thought was already difficult got even more complicated.

Society wasn't the kindest being and notorious for its merciless procedure. Everyone knew it wouldn't just halt for a second so the left behind were able to catch up.

Therefore it was no surprise that more frightening hindrance were put in their way. Obstacles that put their relationship on an acid test.

Both sharing a small apartment with rarely enough food to prevent them from famishing.

The dining table that seemingly has lost its initial function slowly but surely ran the risk of collapsing under the weight of the ominous stacks of open bills.

Merely looking at their current situation you wouldn't be astonished by the various rows they encountered.

Daily deafening screams of anger and frustration. And if you didn't know better than you would have guessed they were nemesis.

That was why a person with a working knowledge would surely suggest them to just split up. As the way they were treating each other wasn't something a person would be able to withstand lifelong.

However as unsophisticatedly as it sounded, it was impossible for them to destroy their appreciated relationship that in their eyes could be righteously be compared to an expensive gem. The sole reason and truly only one they needed was their unendingly love for each other, which sometimes got overshadowed by the quarrels.

Even when life got unbearable and impossible to handle, just thinking of the fact that they still had one another made them stand up once again.

Their love was their energy source and pillar to lean on.

Nevertheless they both couldn't ignore the cracks that slowly scarred through their pillar.

The various fights that most of the time was initiated by Sora truly tore on their connection.

It used to be once a year where they screamed at one another. And it used to be once a year where Sora would storm out of their apartment fuming with rage while Naydra would be left alone in their run-down apartment shedding ostensibly an unending amount of glistering teardrops.

However as sad as it might sound due to the many problems Sora was balancing on his stiff shoulders that disturbingly multiplied themselves. It was foreseeable that he wouldn't be able to prevent the piled up stress from not breaking out. Thus the ordinary once a year developed into once a month.

And being familiar with the flow, not long after it turned into once a week.

Though on the upside of all the drama, the earsplitting arguments commonly cooled down the next day.

One of them apologizing and everything fell into its assigned position once again.

The pattern was always the same: a Sorry and a mended wound.

But we all know that not all things will remain the same.
Hence the reversal exception...

After another sadly unavoidable argument Naydra charged out of their shared accommodation while this time leaving Sora behind who was screaming in frustration.

It was actually nothing unusual nowadays.

However the out of the ordinary event was that even when the night arrived the next day, there was still no indication of Naydra returning. Thus Sora growing worried was obviously predictable and he trying to call his girlfriend was common sense.

However all fruitless attempts as Naydra had turned her phone off.
After walking back and forth for hours his apprehension refused to leave him alone and seemed to have found its joy by mocking his desperate form.

Sora was helpless and at its mercy.

Therefore when the bell rang he was unbelievable relieved and secretly dubbed the doorbell as his savior who rescued him from the appalling worry that for his liking has gnawn on his heart for far too long.

Though the second he opened the door instead of having Naydra's petit body knock him over, his eyes beheld two police men who immediately greeted him in a rather serious voice.

The two officers quickly showed their true colors which were in his eyes Grim reapers. Reapers who deeply delved their scythe into his suffocated heart and drawing blood faultlessly.

Angel of deaths who immaculately shattered his already delicate world. While they just stood there witnessing how the thousand pieces plumed into the frightening black hole.

A pitch where truthfully he wished to fall into as well.

The revolting news the two came to convey him was that earlier a drunken car driver lost control and crashed into a woman who happened to walk on the pavement.

The woman was no other than Naydra.

And as unrealistic as it sounded to him because it was only yesterday where she was running around their apartment. Naydra immediately died at the scene.

It was true. The woman Sora loved dearly and the one who stood by his side all this year. The one who brightened his clouded surrounding and kept him going. And exactly that woman, who constituted his world, got taken away from him like a toy would get snatched away from a child by his parents.

That night Sora found himself seeking comfort in their shared - or better said used to share - bed. Him lying on Naydra's side that was unbelievable cold. Something he knew would never change again.

That night he was surrounded by Naydra's unique smell that enveloped him in a tight embrace. Like it was trying to soothe his heart and stop the tears from oozing out of his sorrowful eyes due to his severe lost.
And if you allowed yourself to look behind the curtains, then you would know it was Naydra who was holding onto his body tightly. Throughout crying along with her lover.

That fateful night they were both shedding symbols of sadness.

The two of them parted on bad terms.

Both feeling guilty and melancholy.

And only because they weren't able to say sorry...

Apologizes are there to ease one's soul.

However if the person that it is directed to is gone,

then all there is left are excruciating regrets.