Thirteenth

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

[Lost, as the castle has condemned him to be, Sora slipped from an unknown room to wander the halls. He wears his Paradisa High sweat jacket over a matching tee, which dangle off his frame like a tent. As he wanders he hugs the journal to his chest and rubs his eyes dazedly with his free hand. His voice is groggy and weak- after all, he had been ill before this growing-up business had reared its ugly head.]

...Is everything over now?

Comments

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

I'm just fine, I've seen a lot worse.

Aww don't worry, Hummingbird, we can always find time to sing again, I do own a karaoke bar after all.

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

I wanted to hear everyone sing more.

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

So did I, Sweetcake. We've got some great voices here.

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

I liked yours. Everyone's, really. It was nice to listen to.

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

That's the beauty of music. It can make anyone's day that little bit better.

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

What about sad songs?

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

Sad songs can be good for the soul, little guy. When you're feeling sad, letting it out can lift those heavy weights pulling you down.

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

Whenever you feel sad?

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

Sure thing. It's always worth a try, right?

[Except when your best friend in the whole world dies, but he's not going to mention that little tidbit]