A/N: I should really be working on my multi-chaptered fic, but this just sorta came to me out of the blue one day. Just a few notes on the fic: the letter was written before the fight with Sin. Everything else is several months after it. Just thought I'd clear that up first. Ok, now go read it! lol
-Lilah Kelly
Time. It's just a number. A means of measuring. Yet it's one of the most valuable things that we take for granted in our life. We're all so busy that we never take a moment to step outside ourselves and look at our surroundings. Not until it's too late, that is...
I've spent so much of the past ten years wondering when I would be able to lay my sword down forever and finally rest, that I never took the time to look at the things around me.
You, for instance.
I wasn't fair to you, Rikku. Not once throughout this pilgrimage. I should have spent more of it making memories, so that when the end came, I would have something of this world to take with me.
...Do you remember those days we all spent on the Calm Lands? I remember those days most of all, because of the time we spent together. One evening in particular we spent alone, you and I, just watching the sun set over those magnificent cliffs. A breeze blew past, pushing tendrils of hair across your face. I can see it right now, as clear as the day is bright. You turned to look at me and I could tell by the look in your eyes that you wanted me to kiss you...
It's that "look" that I will take with me and keep forever. That sunset, that kiss we shared and all the ones after it. It's the small things that I keep here in my heart.
Yes, time is just a number and it will mean nothing where I am going. My minutes in the Farplane will be measured in lifetimes here on Spira. And then, once your lifetime is spent, you'll join me here in the Farplane Glen, where we will spend our eternities together.
Until then, I will think of that day in the Calm Lands. I will cherish it forever...
On the deck of an airship, somewhere over the vast oceans of Spira, sat a young girl. She was watching the sun set, as she'd done for many months now. In her left hand was a letter, worn around the edges and creases, as if it had been unfolded and folded many times. She sat there, looking over it for the hundredth time, saying the words quietly to herself. She didn't have to read it; she knew all the words by heart. But there was something comforting about looking at the words. It made it more real.
The wind whipped around and blew her hair across her face. She turned and glanced to her right, seeing an invisible figure at the edge of her mind. She smiled. The sun sank below the horizon, reflecting it's last rays on a single tear that rolled down her cheek.
In a glen, somewhere within the reaches of the Farplane, sat a man, smiling.