She sat quietly in a chamber somewhere in the heart of Bevelle, and mentally, in a chamber deep within her own beating heart. The revelation that the only person that she would ever love was a one thousand year old ghost, a single, shining dream of the Fayth, put her in a solitary mindset.
She got up and tried to shake the memories away, but she knew from the beginning it was impossible to forget him. "I will see you again, I will not let my dream vanish." she said out loud. A knock at her door brought her back into reality. The nun Shelinda walked in and bowed before her High Summoner. "Lady Yuna, it is time for your speech to the people of Spira."
"No, I-I can't. I have to go somewhere, to try and find it, find him." She thanked Shelinda and left not just her chamber, but Bevelle entirely, making her way to the holy place, her holy place, Zanarkand. Emerging from the airship, she knew that she had to make the rest of her private pilgrimage without her friends on board. Not s the High Summoner, but as the quiet, 17 year old Yuna.
She broke the seal on the Zanarkand Dome and went down to a place only she knew existed, into the pure heart of holiness. Taking her first steps through the gateway, she brushed through the serene field of flowers, letting the sound of her heart's song merge with the rushing sounds of the grand waterfalls, spilling their very life into an abyss of nothingness. He hoped her heart would not do the same.
Yuna knelt in the centre of the meadow, silently hoping, knowing that if she could find him anywhere, this was the place; the place where hope and dreams were living and breathing; where they were a reality. She stayed there, not moving, making prayer after wishful prayer. She called his name, her voice coming from her lonely, beating heart. She thought to herself, Even if only one more time, that single moment would be worth eons to me… .
She stood up and turned to leave the Farplane Glen, but stopped suddenly. Her eyes went wide and she strained her ears to try and hear it; that single, memorable note, and she remembered his words. Whistle, and I'll come running… And so she put her fingers to her lips and let out her loudest whistle, and she knew even now he would come running.
And so she stood with her hand crossed over her chest, her eyes closed, and felt a warm sensation on her arm. Yuna gasped as she could feel herself being pulled through the meadow, running side by side with her one truest dream, a dream of love. She opened her mouth to speak, to say his name, but felt something brush against her lips, and she fell into his arms as they embraced in a final, passionate kiss.
They stood face to face now, and she opened her eyes, tears immediately forming and spilling down her blushing cheeks. "Is it really you?"
"Yes Yuna, it's really me. Never let me die Yuna, never let your dream, the dreams of Spira's people, disappear forever. Let them hold their dreams close to the heart, and let them feel what you feel. Let them feel an undying love."
"I will Tidus, and I promise you, this dream, our dream will never die. Seeing you know, even if for the final time in person, I promise you I will never let it die. I love you…"
She sobbed out the last three words and Tidus and Yuna embraced again. She held back her tears as he dissolved into a flurry of pyreflies, and she picked herself up, making her way back to Bevelle with a renewed sense of being. She took her place in front of the people of Spira, her people, and knew exactly what she was going to say.
"The people and the friends that we lost, or the dreams that have faded…never forget them."