Disclaimer: I don't own FFX or X-2. If I did…Tidus and Yuna would have gotten their happy ending in the first game.
"Sometimes it's hard to tell the wishing from the well, where you threw the penny and where it fell."
-The Wallflowers
Three Marlenas
Before I realized any of the meaning behind the situation, when I had only just begun to see the way I felt about her, I remember just feeling…frustrated. Watching her make decisions that put me away from her, like deciding to marry Maester Seymour. I couldn't interject with my feelings, because it'd get me in trouble. I'd been warned so many times, but it hadn't been enough to stop me.
Then, after the reality struck me, it made the whole world stand out to me. Stark and bright, and so much more complicated than my Zanarkand. It simply wasn't fair, and I broke inside when I had to learn the truth. Because, we were halfway through, and I hadn't said anything yet. Lulu told me to keep from talking to her about it until after the pilgrimage was finished. However I had realized that by then it would already be too late.
At the spring, her tears…she was beautiful. Something inside me screamed to stop pretending already. That if nothing happened now, it was already far too late to ask.
At Zanarkand, we were both so terrified. The last chapter in our story, our last chance, was at hand in these moments. Suddenly, the smiles were gone, and that's when I realized, there never really were any. Except mine. My stupid, clueless smile.
However…by the end of my story, something had come over me. I wasn't afraid anymore. Not at all, in fact. Yuna was safe, Sin was gone, and my old man was free. A tiny corner of my mind, that little piece of my old self, nagged about what would become of me. What was I going to do?
Well, it wasn't like I was going to live without Yuna. I wouldn't die without her, either. Because I watched her. Through the dream, I had loved her. Through the reality, I would watch over her.
I never died…
Yuna…kept me alive…
In her wish…
…In her memory…
And as long as you are remembered, you are never a dream.
As long as someone wishes for you, your story is not over.
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