She grins up at her friend, brimming with excitement.
"I guess we should start, then. Umm, on three?"
She reaches for those precious memories of hers--the smell of brine, the rhythm of the waves, the sun making the sand and water glitter. Some other things creep in, too...a shadow above her, silver hair and black cloth. His voice, low and comforting despite the words he was speaking, words that struck her heart like needles.
She swallows and pushes that memory away, searching for the laughter she'd heard in Sora's memories, instead.
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She grins up at her friend, brimming with excitement.
"I guess we should start, then. Umm, on three?"
She reaches for those precious memories of hers--the smell of brine, the rhythm of the waves, the sun making the sand and water glitter. Some other things creep in, too...a shadow above her, silver hair and black cloth. His voice, low and comforting despite the words he was speaking, words that struck her heart like needles.
She swallows and pushes that memory away, searching for the laughter she'd heard in Sora's memories, instead.