One Last Time
By Record Cover
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And as the tears well up in my eyes it becomes hard to breathe and I feel a sharp pain in my ribs, and it hurts, and that's all I can think of.
That You're not going to come back into my arms, and I'll never feel the warmth of your skin or your body or your strong arm's protective and reassuring embrace.
And it hurts.
It hurts so deeply, I can't explain how this ugly, horrible, twisted, cold, hostile feeling is tearing through my body, through my veins like ice, colder than cold, freezing up my insides-
When it was once all that tingly ness and excitement of a newly infatuated teen.
It makes me feel sick to the stomach.
I still remember your words to this day, Whistle, Yuna, and I'll come running.
They tell me to forget and to move on, but I can't, never will, don't want to.
I know that you're here somewhere, even if I can't feel your body's presence and I won't forget,
I won't move on.
I'll wait for you right here forever.
I picture your face and your deep cerulean eyes, your soft blonde hair and that night at the lake. My soul was alive. And I won't rest I won't give up till I have you lying in my arms again.
I
can't sleep at night, knowing that you're not here next to me to
watch me fall asleep. Dream about you. But I know deep inside my
heart that you're watching me from above.. Wherever you are.. Or in
the Farplane…
Did you have to go? Did you? Did you really have
to fade away into nothingness on that airship? Why? Why did you leave
me? I want you back! You never wanted me to suffer or cry like
this!
I never cried in the face of death, or of Sin. I was
never scared.
But you know what? I'm scared now, I'm
terrified. I don't have you to protect me or to hug me. I Never.
NEVER. But I'm crying now. And I'm scared now. Because I don't
have you.
Emptiness fills me.
I won't ever forget.
I miss the way you used to touch me and take care of me. Like I was the most fragile of china dolls. I long for you endlessly.
I want you back. I want you to come back into my arms. I want to hold you. Hold you the right way and Love you the right way and Kiss you the right way.
I miss your fingertips dancing on my skin, I miss your warm breath on my neck and my hand on your chest, slowly rising and falling with every beat and breath of the rushing wind, Your Soul. Your love. Your affection.
I whistle. I whistled. And I'll whistle. Always, each and everyday, by the sea. Always, each and everyday, hoping, and praying, to the Lord, God, Anyone, Anyone who is out there, to bring you back to me. And I'll hold you to my heart, I'll listen to your rhythm, your voice, your love.
I remember… that night. To this day. The pain stabs through my heart, every shooting, electrifying pain like the tip and blade of a razor-sharp knife, stabbing, stabbing. One, two, three. And I want it to stop. I want to end. Go to you. Claws dig in and again and again into my heart, puncturing me and I fall apart. The claws don't come out dirty. But they do. They bring something out, with every pounding hit, and then they don't. It's cleansing, and it makes me feel unspoiled, fresh and uncontaminated. But it makes me feel dirty.
They bring a part of my soul out, and my body cries with pain. Stop tormenting me. Stop this. I don't want to. No more, never again.
They don't bring anything else out; they don't bring out my Love. My Love will stay put. It will never go away, never grow apart, never fade into nothing. It'll be forever. The thought of your presence streams through my body like fire, burning. It wakes me up. My eyes open wide with horror and as the bile rises up my throat, I can only think of the one single thing.
That you're gone.
That night.. In the lake. That's what I think of, when I feel like I'm sane. When I'm not feeling sick and sapped of all my energy. The lake, the lake, the lake. I'd always dream I found someone to spend the rest of my life with, after conquering Sin. But I only ever got halfway, and I never finished fulfilling my dream.
At least I found you.
And I'm grateful for that.
I'm
sorry. I miss you. I love you.
I won't forget. I'll cherish.
I'll love you, in my heart. I'll be strong. I'll be brave and
courageous, I'll make it through. Just like you said.
I'll wait for you each and everyday, silent, wishing with all my heart, just for one moment, if that's all I'll ever get.
I'll wait. For you. One more chance, one more moment, one more tiny fraction of a second, where I see those deep blue eyes looking into mine, filled with Love, and Passion. One more second, where I see your lips, smiling at me, your flawless and dazzling white teeth. Your skin, tanned and perfect, every muscle and every tendon, ligament and bone, every dip and every contour of your body. Your heart. Your friendship, trust, loyalty, confidence. Each, and everything, All, of your unadultered, seamless, unspoiled, unflawed, and pure, Self.
Just for one more second, where I can call you rightfully mine. One more second, where I feel your soft lips against mine, one last time…
I won't ever use those words until you're back here with me. I'll never use them, and they'll be priceless. Those three words, I won't ever say again, not now, or ever, to anyone.
I love you.
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So,
how was it? My first Oneshot. I never really liked Oneshots, but I
started to read more, and I started to like them. First attempts
always suck, ;; This was some brave attempt and creating something
real deep and meaningful, I'm a sucker for those kinda fanfics. I
admit, slightly cliché, hahah.
Please Review.
If I get enough I might write one from Tidus' POV. J
This started out one night I couldn't get to bed, and I was thinking all deep and weird and now I look back, I duno how I managed to think it all up .
But I'm pretty happy with it.
Tidus Yuna love in my fanfic Taken For Granted, if you want to see more. :D
Record Cover.
(In case I haven't make it really clear, Tidus has just disappeared into nothing because of the Fayth after the defeat of Yu Yevon at the end of FFX.)
Edit: Okay, I'll do a Tidus POV OneshotxDrabble. I just need more reviews, so review people:D
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Christina: You are a picky picky picky woman with an annoying pet peeve. LOL. Thank you x.
Rissa: Thank you also, you are awesome. Love.
Pak: Thanks. Hahah, who ever said you weren't sentimental enough? What? Self-infliction? It's more like a what-Tidus'-abscene-put-on-Yuna or something like that. She's not hurting herself on purpose! T.T XD
Yuna1991: Definitely going to use your idea for Tidus' one. I'm just waiting for more r eviews, or something
Yuna-Tidus4eva: Thanks!