12/29/07: Please be kind as this is my first foray into FF fanfiction. This has been sitting on my computer for half a year now, and I figure I'm never going to elaborate on this drabble. I might also post another Larenelo ficlet as well but. . . eh, we'll see.
Farewell. Drabble. Larenelo. It's time for me to let you go.
Edit 12/30/07: Thanks to Sita Silver-Breeze for pointing out my embrrassing spelling.
Edited Sept 10, 2010 for formatting
Larsa, it's time for me to let go. I hope you'll forgive me. I'm not going to tell you it's for the good of Arcadia and Damascus; we both know it's not that. And at the same time, it is. It's not the difference in our birth; that has never been the problem. I think it is the worlds we live in. I think peace is our enemy, for without war there is no reason for us to remain side by side.
I hope you find someone you love. I hope your life is full of love and happiness.
Me? I'm not going to marry. No Vaan, no Balthier, no Basch. I'm a bit too sentimental to give my heart away more than once. No, I'm going to fly through the skies. Free. Free to do as I please, free to dance where I want.
Free to do everything except the one thing I want.
So farewell, Larsa.
(I love you, but I won't tell you this because this is cruel)
Maybe. . . I suppose. . . there will be only one thing this sky pirate cannot steal. . .
Farewell.