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He didn’t find himself in those long white halls or small white rooms, but neither was He, which almost made it worse. At least then he could visit, check on Him, instead of desperately trying to catch glimpses of him through blurry dreams.
"I'm scared. Scared that if I go to sleep I'll wake up. I'll wake up and find out this is all some sick, twisted dream. That these past few days were fake! That you'd be gone, and that I'd be….alone. All over again…. I don't kno-... I-I don't think…" he stopped to catch his breath.
"I can't deal with that idea at this point. My heart can't take much more… I'd rather die than to go through that hurt…."
Running. The two ran through the cold, dark city streets, trying hard to find somewhere safe to hide away from their assailant.
Yozora was getting closer, any moment now and he'd be right on top of them.
Even as the Sleep spell took effect, Riku desperately clung to the smaller boy. As consciousness slipped away from him. “I’m sorry.” was the last thing heard.
The necklace. That’s all that was left from him. The chain was broken, but that could be fixed.