A little drabble. I don't think it qualifies as poetry but I wanted it to be a little lyrical maybe? Something like that. This Yuna Pov. In Bevelle, because I love Bevelle for some reason.

Disclaimer I don't own Yuna, or Bevelle.


There is a certain simplicity in the wonderful things. The things that make you smile. The things that make your heart beat ten times as fast as you ever thought it could. The things that make those rare tears of happiness escape. Happy things are simple; it's the unhappy things that make the world so complicated.

Crowded halls filled with people's faces that all looked the same greeted my restless eyes. They wave. I smile. They ask if I remember them. I say yes. They leave. And it starts again. Every one feels special, and every one feels happy except for me.

I trace the damp rim of my half empty wine glass, with my fingers, then my lips, all the while taking in the thick smell of comfort. My mind, my soul, and my body are all too bored to do any thing exciting, so I wait for the excitement to grip me instead.

Nothing comes. So I drink another drink, and tell my self it's the last one.

A familiar face catches my eye, but then it quickly fades away, dissolving into the endless crowd. Everything always seems to fade, yet day light melts into another day, no solace of night to taint it.

It surprises me how I can feel so alone in a world of gracious hosts and all too friendly friends. The only smiles gracing my lips while I stay alone are the ones of remembrance. They are pure. This is not.

A few more smiling fans, that seem more like worshippers, and I move on to the unnatural day light outside of my prison and count the few visible stars. I hope with all my might that I will be missed but at the same time wishing I would just disappear.

Then I scream.

Then I scream louder.

All I know is that as my voice hit's the chilled night air is that one way or another some one will listen and they will care.

A pure smile passes across my lips once more and the feeling almost takes me by surprise. This is what my neglect has led to.

There is a certain simplicity in the wonderful things. The things that make you smile. The things that make your heart beat ten times as fast as you ever thought it could. The things that make those rare tears of happiness escape. Happy things are simple; it's the unhappy things that make the world so complicated.