A/N – Thought I would Include Golbez in this one – made it quite emotional looking back on it. Awww. I love Cecil and Golbez :D. Anyway – a big big thankyou to SKYHEARTZ for the kind review :). Receiving reviews such as this always makes me happy! And to receive one as nice as that made my day!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one :)

Don't Let Me Go

'My brother...'

Golbez lay a hand on Cecil's shoulder, but the Paladin instantly shrugged it off and walked away from his older brother. Cecil was fed up with Golbez. Fed up of the constant judging. Fed up of him not being there.

'You would shun me, for loving him?' Cecil hissed. He turned to his brother and looked at him; pleading to him in silent earnest. 'You of all people should know that no-one can help who they have feelings for.'

Cecil strode up next to his brother, and looked deep into the Thaumaturge's eyes. Alas, he could not hold a direct stare into those mystical orbs for long; instead he resolved to stare at his feet in bitter rage.

'Cecil, you misunderstand me. I did not mean it like that...'

But Cecil shook his head in disagreement. He could not stop the tears from flowing now. His feelings for Firion – he dare not, and would not hide them any longer.

'My feelings – I can not hide them away any more brother. I am not an emotional tap!'

Cecil's eyes became bloodshot and irritated as he rubbed tears that shimmered like pearls away from his eyes.

Golbez confronted Cecil, this time placing his mighty hands upon his little brother's shoulders.

'If this is how you truly feel Cecil, I urge you to tell him.'

Cecil looked up at his older brother; tears still welled up in the corners of his brilliant blue eyes.

'And I would have your blessing? Truly?'

From beneath his dark helmet, Golbez was smiling broadly at Cecil; though Cecil could not see this. He would do anything to see Cecil happy. Absolutely anything.

'Anything to see you happy little brother...'

Almost as if he had been summoned, and like a saviour coming from the dark depths of beyond; Firion appeared on the horizon in search of his perfect Paladin.

'Cecil, Cecil? You there?'

'Over here Firion,' stammered Cecil; wiping the remainder of the tears from his eyes.

As Firion approached Cecil, it was blatantly clear to him that his favourite platinum blonde had been crying; the crimson blotched cheeks and irritated eyes said it all. He rushed over to the young man, and pulled him into his strong arms.

'What happened Cecil?,' he asked, sounding fearful and concerned. 'Were you attacked?'

Cecil shook his head and buried it into Firion's chest. He could hear the pounding of his heart and the wind rushing and flowing into and out of his lungs. It was almost mesmerising; lulling Cecil into a vivid daydream about happier times, maybe in the future. Being there with Firion when the light rose on the morning horizon. No-one else, just the two of them. Alone. Cuddled up under reams of silk covers and on fluffy pillows that would make them feel as if they were floating on clouds.

'Firion...I-,' gasped Cloud, suddenly looking deep into Firion's eyes.

He was on the cusp of spilling everything; telling Firion everything he felt in that moment, but he was interrupted by the sound of Tidus, calling at the top of his voice to see where his two companions had gotten to.

'We'd better go Cecil,' Firion sighed. He did not want to go, not just yet. 'Tidus is getting impatient.'

Firion turned to walk away, but Cecil held him back. Clinging to him with every last strength in his soul; yearning him to stay for just one more moment.

'Please', he begged Firion, whispering as softly as he could. 'Please don't let me go...'