A/N: This is my first FF X-2 drabble, so I hope I did well. Please don't hesitate to tell me if I made a (stupid) mistake. It takes place before the game. Enjoy. :)
An exhausted Yuna let out a deep and tired sigh. The silence around her made it sound harder than a fierce storm, as her thoughts drifted back to him again for what truly felt like the umpteenth time that day. Yuna couldn't get Tidus out of her head anymore. Not that she really minded, but it hurt every time his image popped up in her mind. There was a gaping hole in her chest, burning like it was still fresh, right where he had left.
It felt like she was trying to grab water with her bare hands, but it would slip away between her fingers when she almost succeeded. A mere image wasn't the same as the living person, after all. You couldn't cling desperately onto it and pretend it's the real thing, because absolutely nothing in the world could replace what had once been.
Needless to say, the young woman still remembered all these little things about him; the innocent details that had made Yuna fall in love with him. His rich and infectious laugh (she could still hear it loud and clear if she concentrated hard enough), his selflessness, his carefree and upbeat attitute, no matter what. That way his kind and beautiful eyes would be squeezed into slits every time the corner of his mouth would lift upwards in a radiant smile... Oh, and what smile. The intensity of it would always leave the young woman weak in the knees.
And she missed all of it. His cheerful positivity, that striking, mischievous twinkle in his eyes, everything. It wasn't easy for her to say what she loved the most about him, because it was all a part of Tidus. All those little things together had made it possible for him to steal her heart without her noticing at first... as cliché as that sounded.
The others were fully aware of how silent Yuna had become the past weeks, but they didn't mention it. So she stayed quiet about it, too. They wouldn't understand, anyway. She hardly understood everything herself, after all.
Oh, and how she missed him saying her name in that special way that only he could. His way of telling her that, no matter what, everything would be okay in the end. She'd honestly give away all her possessions if she could see him one more time.
But with every passing day, Yuna lost more hope. Hope that he would return somehow. It was as though every new day was a proof that she shouldn't keep her hopes up like this. Perhaps she had to accept the fact that Tidus had disappeared forever. That she'd never get to feel his arms around her in a warm, comforting hug, while taking in his special scent. He smelled like the woods and the wind and spring and everything that she loved combined. She also would never feel his fingertips across her skin in that almost tantalizing way. Neither would she get the chance to kiss him again under a radiant full moon with the stars staring down at them, like that one night, and feel those soft, warm lips being pressed on hers, taking away her breath...
It was clear: if she had to believe the signs around her (and they were everywhere), then the chance was big that she'd never see her Tidus again. Their almost-romance was officially over and nothing would change that.