(As usual, all characters and settings from FFX belong to Squaresoft and I will put the toys away after I'm done playing with them, ma.)
Don't Fall Away
One by one, the lights faded. One by one the streets curled inward. One by
one the buildings grew smaller and smaller still. And one by one, the fayth
finally ceased their endless dream. Zanarkand, the illusionary city that never
slept, was no more.
He could feel each change in succession, the tingle in his legs, the numbness to
his fingers, the way his breath suddenly stopped passing through his trachea. He
was never alive to begin with, no more than a figment of another's imagination,
someone who lived a thousand years ago and had no business existing in this
time, in this place. He had no right to love Yuna.
Not that it mattered. He loved her with every last beat of his fading heart and
held her as long as his arms could do so, till he felt his body finally become
as fluid as the seas. It hurt to look back on them all, to see them waving,
their faces pained and desperate but yet resigned. This wasn't a proper
good-bye. Would they remember him? Or would his existance fade away entirely, as
if he'd simply never been?
No, he realized. Not as he gazed at Yuna. Not a tear stained her cheeks, she was
too strong. Jecht would have loved having her as a daughter in law...
He turned away from them all, turned even as the picture of their farewell
burned brightly in his mind. And he ran, ran with the breeze, ran to the edge of
the ship, to the edge of the world and he leapt!
His story was at an end.
You were wrong, Yuna. It wasn't your story then. It was always mine. But
now... Now it's your story. For you, it begins right now.