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Make-Believe
A/N: For a friend on LJ, who gave the prompt "in my defense, I'd never actually read any fairytales."
My mother never read me stories. She was always too busy hovering on the docks, waiting until sundown before coming back. She never bought be books, either. I guess she thought that they were important while I was going to school, and that the rest of my time was better spent trying to be a good blitzballer like Jecht.
There was never anything like playing pretend or make-believe at home. Just a lonely boy and his depressing mother, day after day.
Watching the world curl up around me, the buildings falling, people flying into the sea or being caught beneath rubble, I didn't know what to compare it all to. Maybe a dream, a nightmare, that I couldn't get out of.
But, even stuck here, afraid and unsure of how to go home, to that same lonely world, I get it now. The whole time, all the days we've spent just trying to make it through to the next, she's been pretending, lying with a smile.
And now that I know where we're going, what we're doing, it's like another dream that still won't allow me to wake.
So I try to pretend like Yuna did. I pretend that I don't have a home. That there never was, or ever will be, a Zanarkand.