Oh, remember winter's sky

Clear, heavenly light

Like music with grace.

Summer's air

and our laughter

Always watch from above

Beautiful visions forever more

Your sweet whispers

Compare not to blue twilight

You are my heart and soul.

- Heart and Soul by ME!!! ( an Ou Yang Jing original, kiddies )

I've never been much of a fan fiction writer, so I'm quite shocked by my sudden burst of "creative-ness" I prefer to write these short stories that I've become known for, but I'm going to be starting a chapter story based more on the life of Cloud and some of the other characters from FFVII. I think the setting is going to be either somewhere in between VII and Advent Children or after AC. You guys can help me out and give me some suggestions. Who knows; maybe someone could inspire me to create a a masterpiece? Unlikely, but HEY! It could happen!

I know what you're all thinking. Yes, I am a Final Fantasy addict. 10 and 7 are probably my most favorite. I find myself relating very well to Yuna in some odd way. She is kinda depressing sometimes. She really is quite a dark character. Muahahaha. Anyways...

Disclaimer : Okay, boys and girls, should we go over this again? Once more for the people at home, all together now:

Class - Jing Xiao Jie does not own any of the characters here used in her story. All characters are copyrighted property of SquareEnix (formerly SquareSoft). You heard the squirts.

Dearest

You might say that this is a story of murder - although nobody was killed. Not physically anyway. The day that you left, a part of me died.

Life just seems so empty, long and boring, here, without you. It seems like ever since my pilgrimage ended and after we defeated Sin, that nothing can hold my attention anymore. I used to enjoy all the little things, maybe mostly because you were there with me, and we would laugh, only to be rewarded with funny looks from the others. It seems like nothing more than a pleasant dream now. The only real proof I have is with Wakka and Lulu, and the praise from the villagers.

That's the wierdest part, I suppose. Not that I was ever used to the praise to I recieved before, just that, well, I guess just that I'm alive to be recieving it. I was able to live on when others had died before me. And now I'm just not so sure that it was worth all the pain and sacrifice. Was it really the only way? We found another way around when other summoners before me had just accepted it. They never questioned it. If we had found this way, who's to say that there wasn't another? And then I wouldn't be feeling this way now.

The days drag on. And I don't know what to do with myself. I find myself taking long walks, losing myself in thought. And before I know it, the day is over. We've all been scattered, and nothing is the way that it once was.The temples have fallen and few now look to them for guidance. Is it wrong for me to wish things to be as they were before?

Where do I go from here? What do I do with myself now that it's all over. How am I supposed to cope without your reassurance and loving embrace? I try to imagine what you would say to me if you were here with me, but just imagining your smiling face is enough to give me peace.

I know that you would tell me to go on with my life. And though I feel this great pain now because of your absece, I would rather die a thousand gruesome deaths than to never have known you at all, just so that I wouldn't have to feel this way. The memories you have given me were worth the pain. And if I had the choice to go back, I would make the same decisions, only to smile more so as not to worry you... and I would have told you long ago.

So this is me now. But I still have hope that we will see each other again. So I look for you among the sea of faces. And I find myself stopping along the way, and listening for your whistle.

But I still have the hope...

One soundless mid-day

the wind was so cheerful

flower petals in the breeze

as if they were sleepy

This serene feeling

Tell me, what's the word people use for it?

Tell me a story that's locked away

in the white-sand moon

Let me hear it

as gently as the light shining down

Will the time come when you will

know the pain in my heart?

Then you'd be able to be gentler than you are now

Such a warm feeling

Tell me, what's the name that

people give to it?

Softly let me hear

of the distant future,

so bright it can't be seen

like a white-sand moon.

- Hiru no Tsuki by Arai Akino