Disclaimer: i dont own kingdom hearts


She's waiting.

Waiting.

For something – someone. She holding her hands and sitting on the beach, looking on into the sea. She's singing. Always singing, about dreams and wishes and about the heart.

She's waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting, wishing, hoping he'll come home soon. Hoping to feel his strong arms around her. Hoping to see his eyes reassuring her that everything will be ok.

She's crying.

Crying.

Tears streaming down her face, for the one she loved. She loves him, and she fears the worst. Crying –sobbing- because she never told him. Day after day, she waits, and cries. Day after day, hope is dwindling down, until it's barely a thread. But she holds onto that thread, because she loves him so very much.

As day fades into night, she's still there - waiting, wanting, wishing, hoping. She looks up at the sky, at the twinkling stars, and wishes, with all her heart, that he will come home soon.

Everyday the same.

Waiting.

Crying.

Wishing.

Wanting.

Hoping.

And one day, her hope dwindles down to barely anything. But she still holds onto that last piece, hoping with all that she had that today would be the day. She cries and cries until she can't any more. She lays on the beach, hand over her heart.

Waiting.

Crying.

Wishing.

Wanting.

Hoping.


RandR!