A Love That Could Never Be



Yuna gazed out to the Luca sea from the wooden dock. She led out a shrilling whistle. It was something that she would never forget to do every night. Just like every other night, nothing happened. Only the small waves crashed silently against each other. The young summoner wrapped her silky night gown closer to her shivering body. She placed her fingers between her lips once more and released another whistle. Still...nothing happened.

Yuna looked down, resisting the urge to cry. She curled her right hand into a small fist.

It's not fair... she whispered. It just isnt fair...

Turning away from the sea of sorrow, Yuna sat down on the dock. She laid down, restless like always. It has been around one month Tidus had left her. There was no use going back to the inn. All the nights were the same. She would lay in her bed until the tears came. Then she would cry herself to sleep.

She had so many fantasies and high hopes of being with him once Sin was defeated but now......all she could do is dream. Dream about the dream that stole her heart.

A crystal tear drop rolled down her tender cheeks. She slowly closed her eyes and let all her tears fall under the midnight moon.

she sighed. I...want to be with you so badly. There was so much things I wanted us to do...I wanted to see Zanarkand...no...your Zanarkand, I wanted to see you play Blitzball...but most of all...I just want to be with you...

Tired and exhaused, Yuna laid down on the platform. She folded both her hands and rested it on her stomache. Her dark eyes began to close as she let out a final depressed sigh...

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Well...it's a new day...better get up...

Yuna opened one eye sleepily and glanced around. It was dark.

Is it still night?



Huh? That voice...

Slowly and groggily, Yuna tried to sit up but felt herself floating. There was no land...only...water?

Whats going on?

She rubbed her eyes to clear up her foggy vision. When she opened her blue and green orbs, she gasped in surprise. She wasn't on the Luca dock, rather even in Luca. She was in a sea, drifting on it's cool surface.

That voice called again.

That voice!! Could it be??