Disclaimer: I do not own FFX...If I did...Then this story would be in Oblivion's shorts...

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She couldn't believe it. He's gone. And just like that, he jumped from the platform and turned into nothing but spectral dust. He was just a dream, a figment of the Fayth's dreams. Just imaginary.
And here she lay on her bed, staring blankly at nothing. Her jade and cerulean eyes covered in sadness.

You promised me.

At the thought of him, her features began to contort signs of rage. He promised he would be with her always. Not till the end but always. How could he break that promise knowing how her heart can't take it? Knowing that all her life, she was destined to die to defeat Sin and bring the Temporary Calm into Spira.

You lied to me.

How could he leave her the moment she said those words of immaculate adoration? How could he leave her, desperate, destitute and broken? Had he not felt the same? Or had he never bothered to know how this mere action could affect her life?

I was nothing but a burden to you, was I?

And here she is. In her room, isolated from the joyous Spira. She dug her face into her pillow. No, I'm not going to cry again. Least of all to a monster like you! She thought. But the last part really tore her heart apart.
She felt a mental needle sharpen into a stake and stabbed her heart.

She knew denying was as not going to make it better but there's nothing that can anymore. She stared at the moon through the window. Was he the monster? She pondered.

Or was the monster really me?

She turned again, she was never going to get any sleep tonight. Ever since 'him', she had never slept peacefully again. All her nightmares bombarded her of her failures, mistakes, fears and worst of all him. It was her fault that he died.
It was supposed to be her that was going to be erased from the world. She supposed to be the one to defeat Sin, not him. That was the reason she was created. Nothing more.

She remembered the time in the spring. The time when she let her emotions, fears and doubts spill into everything. She remembered how he comforted her with his protective embrace and loving kiss. She remembered that only to him would she yield.

And the memory on the platform dug into her thoughts. Of how hard he tried to hold her one last time while whispering sweet nothing into her. The moment that he tried to fight his evanescing form while she just stood there.

And now here she is. Broken. Forgotten. Abandoned. Left behind.

Remembered only for her title as High Summoner. Not by the real her.

And in the end, she was nothing but a burden to her guardians.

She lay there, still as a statue. She drew her breath and froze.

She lay there dead. A limp, cold, lifeless, worthless cadaver. A shell of the former Summoner.

A woman of many fears conquered for the people of Spira.

A woman of despondence hidden by her facade of happiness which only HE could see through.

A woman of great luck because HE died in her place.

A woman of many tears hidden by the mask of indifference.

A woman of many dreams unfulfilled for the salvation of her people.

A woman of nothingness.

And by the next day, an ample funeral was held for the Summoner. The High Summoner who never fulfilled her duty because the only person she loved did it for her.
And now she was buried.

Yuna, the High Summoner

Friend, Daughter, Lover

The Lady of the neglected and forgotten

The Queen of Facade

Immaculate Figure of overlooked dreams

Il Fine

Author's Note:

It's weird because I have never played the game before and I'm already writing stories.
Any way...Il fine is italian for The End...obviously.
So, reviews anyone...If you want to put flames, go ahead...I don't care.
Only a complete jester would react so immaturely and childishly to such a gesture....