12. Bubble

Xion isn't quite sure where Riku's shirt has gone, but that doesn't seem to matter as his lips brush her own, her jaw, her collarbone.  Eyes closed, safe in his warm embrace, Xion lets her head fall back, contentment rising in the form of a smile...

Then it's cold.

Xion rolls over and wraps an arm around her pillow, sighing bitterly and resisting the urge to pound her head into the bed.  Silly girl—of course Riku wasn't there, of course it never happened...

One would think she'd be used to that little bubble of hope bursting every morning.