She laughed.
She laughed for the cute little ducklings around Macalania who could never seem to figure out that the ponds were the other way. She laughed for that little boy in Besaid who'd had his ice-cream stolen by an angry bird and couldn't seem the comprehend it. She laughed for all the bright in the world, all the blue and the greens and the yellows, definitely the yellows because the yellows were the color of happiness and life-
She laughed for the reds.
The reds that stuck out in the field of flowers. The reds that glowed on the apples that she both loved and hated because it was practically a crime for something to be yummy and healthy at the same time. The reds on the roses, in the sky, on the animals. The reds that painted the leaves in autumn, that bloomed on shy schoolgirls' faces, the red that ran through her veins.
She laughed for the red of his coat.
She laughed for the sea of pyreflies that he'd exploded into.
She laughed when others could only cry.
She laughed because she knew, she knew that he would be back.
She could feel it in her bones, in the beautiful crimson red of her blood that made her think of ridiculous and unnecessary sunglasses and a bright red coat and a jug of aged sake that probably was starting to grow spider webs, but that was silly because everyone knew you couldn't grow a spider web-
She laughed when it was all gone. The others didn't know any other way to deal with it but to forget, and to be honest neither did she but she still laughed because the very ideaof never seeing the Moonflow or the little boy and his lost ice-cream and the ducklings that would never see their pond was just stupid.
She laughed because they didn't understand. They could never fathom how she was able to brush it all off, how she remained cheery in the face of almost certain death. They didn't know how she could bounce back so completely, so fully from the loss of their world and their lives and their dreams.
She laughed for the ones that couldn't.
She laughed for reasons even she didn't know.
She laughed for the idiots who were still stuck living the past, who lived their lives gazing at the flickering stars and moping about in a perverse sort of hope they would see the lost again.
She laughed for the younger her, the stronger her, the her that had once said that memories were nice, but sometimes that's all they were.
She laughed because laughing was all she knew how to do.
Yep, I'm back. Thought I'd try my hand at a one-shot, and it came out pretty decently if I do say so myself. It's your opinion that matters, though, so review!