Nobody gives a damn about me, anymore.
That's just the way things go. A flurry of attention, a volley of "oh, you're so beautiful", then poof.
Except him.
He always paid attention to me.
Even when I didn't deserve it; when I acted like an immature little bitch and whined about something petty or inconvenient or somewhat annoying or about Tidus hogging all the hot water at the travel agency and making me cold as hell and managed to convince an entire party to roll their eyes and groan and tell me to shut up.
He always gave a damn.
Even when it wasn't his business.
'Anything that interferes with Yuna's pilgrimage is my business.'
That's just what he'd say right now. Just like that, in that rough voice of his.
Maybe I'm crazy to think he could have shared my feelings.
You know what? I give a damn. But it doesn't matter.
Because he's gone now.
And sometimes… I wish I were, too.