Disclaimer- I own a lot of things. Final Fantasy X isn't one of them. Though I wish I could have been half as creative and come up with a story like that.
He looked at the sphere in his hand. He'd come back here to this now empty room she had inhabited for a brief amount of time. It was a coincidence that he was here really. Well, actually it was the only quiet place on the ship right now and he preferred to be alone. He had found it as he leaned against the wall and sat down to drink his sake. It had a small slip of charred-looking paper with his name on it. He turned it on.
…a quiet lonesome face… familiar and gone…
I remember…
A big hand and a little hand…
A warmth…
Then there was fear…
Loneliness…
Very alone…
And lost…
Away…
And then…
The thunder and lightning…
Again and again…
Over and over…
Until there was nothing left…
Of me
pushing the half baked memories back…trying to come to the real point… a sad smile…
The first clear memories I have are of two people. All my memories from before that were foggy and filled with the teachings of the lightning and the thunder and the fiends. Then they came. Two people came to me out of the darkness and the flashing lights that had become all I knew. A woman and her son, with strange blue hair, they talked to me as I huddled beneath the tall thing. They came again and again. And the first word I learned was alone. I wasn't alone anymore. It felt so good to say those words. Not Alone…
a shudder, soft, scared, apologizing? or maybe it was just a shudder…
They came and taught me, taught me about the world. Nobody else ever came. They told me not to let anyone else see me. I listened. After all, they were the only ones who cared. Then the woman disappeared and it was only the boy. Only the boy came. He came and I met him. We both grew. Soon he brought me back to his home, Guadosalam. I lived in his palace. We talked more. He and I were the same. Both of us were different, treated differently. Outsiders. The other Guados treated me like a bomb, ready to go off at any moment. He was the only one who spoke to me. Oh, all of them spoke about me, but none of them spoke to me. That was how I knew I wasn't allowed out of the palace so that nobody else would know about me. Only one thing though, he never touched me. Nobody did. All their noses would crinkle when I walked into a room. I took many baths. I didn't smell. I couldn't understand. But one day, one day, he touched my cheek. And I felt a chill spread throughout me. That was how I knew, we were similar. Not exactly the same, but close. So close. And I wrapped my arms around him and never wanted to let go. I wanted to stay frozen, stuck to him…
wrapping her arms around herself…inexplicable sorrow written upon her face…
This is why I did what I did. So this is my explanation, my reason why. And I suppose I should say I'm sorry, but I can't. Not really. Not unless I wanted to lie to you, which I refuse to do anymore. I don't want to lie to you, of all people. I can't say I'm sorry because I think I loved him…
she thinks she loved him…does that mean she's not sure? does that mean hope? what…
"It takes no time to fall in love
But it takes you years to know what love is
It takes some fears to make you trust
It takes the tears to make you rust
It takes the dust to have it polished"- "Life is Wonderful" Jason Mraz
…what does it mean…
Don't get me wrong, I know he didn't love me. I know now I was pawn, a scheme that took years to make. It still doesn't change the way I felt about him. He was the only one; the only one who knew what I felt. I am sorry though. I apologize for him. If you forgive me, then forgive him. I'm defending him to the death…
bitter chuckle…
Or not, I suppose. I just don't want anyone guilty or sad. There's enough of that in the world without you and anyone else adding to it. Besides, there's something you have to finish. As much as I want you to find this, I'm hoping it will get lost or broken, a wind coming to scatter the pieces across Spira. Maybe if you don't find this, I will slowly be forgotten and fade into the past, a slight anecdote maybe, if I'm remembered at all. You will all say, "Oh yes, there was a girl who… wait, what was her name" And for all our sakes, I hope for that. But if you're watching this then that entire bit was useless and a waste of time…
another look, the familiar look of despair in her eyes…
This is just for you, you understand. Tell the others what I've said, but don't show this to them. If you're all watching, then I've misjudged you. However, especially this is just for you. This bit. It was strange, the first time you flung me out of the way to make me safe. I felt…
confusion shows, a shaking of the head, then back to the haunted look in her eyes, on her face, you can feel the loss…
I felt a chill. I'm going to try something different. I'm going to leave, but I'm not heading where you are, that is, if I'm right, that we were supposed to belong in the same place. The same place I belonged with him…
the sadness becomes overwhelming again…
I'll be gone, like the flowers in the desert, here today and gone tomorrow, no trace anywhere, becoming a different…
she stands up and turns her back, leaving, but then she comes back…
These will be my last words, Goodbye Sir—
The sphere left her sentence unfinished as it shut off.
Goodbye Sir—
His first thoughts were that the recording was her essence, all her, right down to the core. He gave a rare quiet chuckle. Suddenly he realized what she was saying. He burst into the cockpit of the airship. Everyone stared at him.
"Is everything al—?" started to ask an anxious Yuna of her guardian.
"Turn the ship around now! We have to go back to the Thunder Plains!" he exclaimed, an unfamiliar wild look in his eyes.
His orders were followed promptly. Then he appeared to regain composure.
"Just wait. Please, just wait. Hold on a bit longer. We're—" He paused in his whisperings as he looked out the window. "I'm coming."