The first week was the hardest to live through without waking up next to my angel. His shoulder plate and leather strap rested on the night table next to our bed. I know I would never see him again. I just lied there in bed, tears pooling in my eyes. Everything still smelled like him. Everything was still a memory of him. I gazed at my Katana that he had mounted on the wall just below his. Dust collected on it since the day he left. I stopped using it for training. I stopped training. The space above it was a bitter reminder to wake up to. I rolled over and clutched the pillow he used to sleep on to my chest. I became intoxicated by the musk as memories came rushing back into my mind. His broad chest gleaming with sweat as we made love in this bed, his soft moans when I kissed that sensitive spot on his neck. The way he laughed so joyously when we finished each other's sentences, the way he ate so poised at the dinner table, the way he held me those long nights beneath the starless sky. His soft kisses in the morning. I miss him so much. Letting go of the pillow, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and sat up wearily. He will come home to me. Oh Yevon please let him come home to me. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I jumped up startled when I thought I felt his warm hands rubbing my shoulders. My gaze just glared at the empty space on the bed.

I trotted into the bathroom only to be reminded more of him. Pushing the thoughts to the back of my mind, I undressed and stepped into the warming spray of water. I can still hear his groans as I had washed his aching body from the endurance training we did together. I quickly scrubbed my own frame and washed my hair, this house was becoming too much for me. I wrapped a towel around my hair and squeezed out as much water from it as possible. Wrapping the blue towel around my body I stepped out the cool air greeting my naked skin. My russet eyes gazed full of melancholy at my reflection. Through the steam my shower had created, I swear that an almost transparent image of him was wrapping its arms around my waist and placing its head on my shoulder. It too stared at our reflection. No. No. No. I can't live here any more. He's not going to come home. I walked out of the bathroom and rummaged through my dresser in search of my black sports bra and low rising underwear. Removing the towel I dressed slowly, my eyes shut tightly imagining him just coming out of the shower too. Shaking the thoughts from my head I rummaged once more pulling out my black wife beater and black cloth Capri. I clothed myself and stared at my reflection once more. Snatching the brush I combed my hair back into a ponytail, and walked to the night stand to grab the leather strap that rested there. I tied it up into my hair, and wrapped my raven locks into a tight bun. The leather straps just barely whispering on my shoulders the unspoken man's lips. I yanked my black trench coat off the hanger and slipped it on, the material swishing against my exposed mid-calf. I took the golden shoulder plate and attached it over my right shoulder. Gently my hands removed the sheathed Katana from its mount on the wall and bound it around my waist, the thin sheath resting at my left side. I grabbed the wads of gil off the dresser and shoved them into the pocket on the inside of my trench coat. Heaving a sigh I marched out into the main room. I grabbed the notepad and pen that rested on the table and began to write a note.

"Auron, If you are reading this, I didn't know you were going to come home. This house has become overwhelming with memories of you. I love you, I really do. But everything was a constant reminder of you not being here with me. You not here to kiss away my tears. I don't know where I'm heading, I don't know when you'll find this or anything. I'm off to travel to exotic places in Spira. I'll go watch a blitzball game or something. But right now, I have to get my mind off of you. It pains me so much to know you aren't here with me. I love you. I will always love you. Love Always, Cynthia."

I kissed the paper and placed it on the small glass table that stood in the foyer, Auron was bound to see it, if he did come home. I sighed heavily and left our Bevellian home, making sure to put in the security key code so others couldn't break in and steal our memories. I want to leave everything the way it is just for Auron. Well here I go.off to travel Spira. I'm going to leave Bevelle behind with all the memories. All I need are the clothes on my back, my sword by my side, and the gil in my pocket. Memories of Auron will always be with me.

Author's Notes: Awe, what a short chappie! I'm sorry. I already have an ending planned for this story, but I need ideas on what to write in between. Oi, I love Auron! Please review and tell me what you think so far. I don't know if I should continue this or not. Feedback keeps my stomach full and my muse happy. Any flames will be used to lower my mom's heating bill. Review!