(A/N): Eh…I have no idea where this came from. It doesn't even make any sense…least I don't think so, anyway.
Disclaimer: If I owned FFX-2 I'd be the happiest girl alive.
Mon Amour
There is a time when you fall in love. There is another time when you lose that love. There are some who believe that that love is still there, somewhere. There are others who know that that love is gone, never to be seen again.
She refuses to be one of those people. She knows he is out there, somewhere. She won't accept the fact that he is gone, no matter what anyone else says. She didn't like him, she loved him. And true love always finds a way, right?
It also hurts the most when it's permanently gone.
He was a fayt. She was a summoner. He lived in a world that was destroyed a thousand years ago. She lived in a world that was plagued by Sin. When two unlikely roads converge, anything can happen. Anything includes falling in love.
Even when that love is not to be.
She doesn't want to believe that. She tells herself that he's out there, somewhere, especially when she sees that comsphere. A comsphere that held the image of a man, strikingly similar to him. She wants to find that man, if only if he could tell her anything about him.
He faded and left her two years ago. He left with a smile, but it was sad. She knew he didn't want to leave; she didn't want him to leave. He loved her, she knew. And she loved him, oh so much.
It was because of him that she became who she is. It's because of him that she was able to break the tradition of needless sacrificing and death. It's because of him that she became strong. It's because of him that she is open and louder, now. She wants him to see how much he's helped her. She wants to him to see all he's done, both for her and for Spira. She wants him to see what he helped create, what he helped to save. She wants him to be here, with her.
Through all the fighting and mystery, she still thinks about him. She's able to do what she's doing now because, for some reason, she can see him, somewhere, waving at her, edging her on. She whistles and waits for him to come to her, like he promised. It doesn't daunt her in the least, not anymore, that he doesn't come. She knows that he would, if he could.
She knew, though, that even though he isn't here, with her, she can live on. This is her story.
But that doesn't mean she can believe her eyes when she sees him, wading in the shallows of Besaid. She all but jumps out of the ship, not being able to wait until Brother could land the airship. If this was an illusion, then she would be okay with it. But she knew, somehow that it wasn't.
This is her story. This is her love. This is where she belongs, in his arms. She knew wasn't dreaming or hallucinating, for no dream could capture him so perfectly. He was here, with her.
And this time, he wouldn't fade away.
-owari.