AN; For once, I'm not sure what to say haha. When I saw the title to the song, I instantly thought of two people: myself and Lavi. And since I didn't want to drive myself into too much of a TragedyCatalyst-sized Pit of Despair (Destined Tragedy reference), I wrote about Lavi instead. But this is really personal. I left it sort of vague, but you get the general gist, and this is something that I have to think of everyday. Someday the laughter will end and it will be replaced with tears. It is inevitable. There's nothing that can be done about it. But for now, while the dream lasts, I must endure, and I will smile and I will love. Because Someday has a number, and when the number is reached and that Someday comes, I want to be able to say that I don't regret this love and that it will always stay with me. And that is the way that I think Lavi and Yuu are too. They know, and they will not regret.
So now that you know of the connection that this has to me, I am not asking for any pity, but if you have any "flames." I do ask that you keep them to yourself.
Otherwise, this is for Love that has no boundaries in Time with a limit.
Word Count; 300 Words.
Written On; August 31, 2008. Time Taken; 40 minutes to an hour, finished at 11:05 PM.
Disclaimer; Katsura Hoshino's lovely characters and title from Final Fantasy X's soundtrack.
They both know it. They'd known even before it started. How could they not? They were reminded every day. But really, that was alright. They'd come to terms with it. Because that was the way the world worked in the time that they lived. They both know it.
Someday the dream will end.
And on that day, they will die. Maybe not physically, but when one goes, so will the other. They can see it in the form of falling petals, they're shortening time together. Because even if the lotus is still intact when the war ends, one of them will leave, disappearing from the world for the rest of time, and the other will die as well, reverting back to his undisturbed exterior.
Someday the dream will end.
And when they're forced to wake up, all that will be left will be the static memories of touches, the lingering sounds of words, the fragments of understood feelings left unexpressed, from those nights that once were. And maybe on a cold night, they'll wonder if it was all really real. If there really had been a raven-haired boy who was more than just ink, or a red-head who made the bleak nightmare just a little bit brighter.
Or was it just a dream?
A wonderful, subconscious dream to escape the feeling of something wrong, something missing, that they'll never be able to get rid of in the world of the awake.
They both know it.
They can't stop it.
There's nothing they can do.
Nothing they can do but love as they can with their hearts and not their minds before the Someday comes.
The Someday when the dream will end, and they will awaken alone in their beds, alone in their lives, with inexplainable tear stains on their faces.