Authors Note: I wrote this while listening to Jesse McCartney's Invincible. I could have written a whole story on it, but this little...poem thing came out of it. Hope you like it.

September 1st, 2003. I couldn't believe that it was the worst day of my life. It hurt to much to believe that. Four or five drinks and you were on your way. Why...?

It wasn't worth it. Why did you do it? Eighty Five miles in a Thirty Five...

When I got the call, the phone dropped from my hand. I was there in a few minutes. Three hours. Three damn hours. That's how long we waited for the doctors. They tried to save you for three hours.

Why?

Why did you have to be the life of the party? I said don't do it, said it wasn't worth it, but you did it anyway.

Four or five drinks and you were gone that day.

Our friend looked at me, anger flashing cross his eyes. I know. I know he blames me. But there's nothing I can do.

If I could, I would transfer all my magic and Keyblade energy to help you, but it won't do a thing.

The seconds pass. A princess of heart, someone of the purest heart, slowly passes. Her time is now gone.

All because of four or five drinks and you were on your way.

If the turn in the road wasn't there, maybe you would have survived. Your time is gone, say goodbye.

My one.

My only.

My princess.

My light.

My Kairi.