Author's note: See bottom. On to the story.

            I thought I saw a white field, covered with pristine flowers.

            I thought I saw millions of feathers, soaring in the air.

            I thought I saw light.

            I thought I saw him.

            Or maybe it was wishful thinking, a morbid reenactement of my life, or what I had wanted it to be. Where was the whole „flashed before my eyes" sequence? Damn, and I had thought I'd get to watch a good movie with yours truly in the leading role before I corked it.

            I thought I felt the breeze tug at me.

            I thought I felt a warm hand, holding mine.

            I thought I felt smiles, my own and his.

            I thought I felt peace.

            And then I was hurling back, through the darkness, confused. What was happening? No, what had happened? I shivered, and wondered instinctively whether this was what death felt like. 

            But a part of me protested, death couldn't possibly feel… warm?! My eyes flew open and I saw red. Blood?

            My blood?

            Yet my sluggish brain snapped back, and I realized with a start that what I saw was folds of material. It couldn't be…

            I twisted my head upwards slowly, still feeling as if I had been turned inside out, and washed at a 40° temperature in a fairly old washing machine. I saw black tresses, falling from a bent head, which is when I realized that the warmth was coming from the fact that I was wrapped in someone's arms. I gasped.

            It was!

            The head shot up, and the owner gasped as well, as his hold reflexively tightened.

            „Talk about a headache, huh?" I grinned weakly. He gave no answer.

            „How did you find me? How did you know?" I did not voice my last question, afraid of the answer: Why did you care? Yet he remained silent. I wondered then, was he angry? And it all rushed into me, as the words spilled out, unchecked.

            „I'm sorry, so sorry. I'm sorry, Vincent. I'm sorry I couldn't help. I'm sorry I'm just Yuffie, I'm sorry. I'm sorry…"

            „No Yuffie. Don't be sorry, unless it was for running away." He interrupted me. I stared up, eyes widening, as he continued.

            „You said yourself it was foolish to belittle oneself, and loathe oneself, did you not?" He asked rhetorically. Oh all right, maybe I was a hypocrite then. But what was he saying?

            It was then that I saw that the rain had ceased, and the clouds dispersed. The full moon filled the sky, basking us in its light.

            It was then that I saw it. And I knew it wasn't just wishful thinking. For the first time since the pond incident I truly glimpsed those eyes. It would be foolish to say that all the scars had magically disappeared. No, completely disappeared they had not, yet I saw that they were beginning to heal. I saw that the bleeding had ceased, had it been I that had staunched it? A part of me said yes. Was this what you wanted to hide, Vincent? You were changing right in front of me, and I never saw, nor did you, not really. Were you frightened, you the cold and stern man, were you frightened of what was happening to you? Did you hide it all away from yourself and me because of this?

            „One never knows what they have until it's gone." He said philosophically, breaking my train of thought. I got the hint, for Vincent never was the straightforward type when it came to acknowledging need or friendship. A smile spread across my lips, and I felt joy once more, for everything.

            „You know, I think my wish came true." I said, trying to sound solemn.

            „…?" He arched his eyebrow in that habit of his. I couldn't help it anymore and I grinned evilly.

            „… A scandalous love affair." I hadn't planned on this until it had left my mouth, but I didn't regret it. I only hoped he didn't either. His face lit up slowly as a rare smile graced his features.

            I couldn't help it then. Yes, that's right, I leaned up and kissed him. There was nothing else I could do. Or wanted to do.

            I don't know how long we stayed out there, it didn't matter. Nothing did. Except for us, the moon, Life, as it inevitably sped past, avoiding our bubble of eternity. Our eternity. Forever existed.

            Within each of us.

Epilogue    

            I realized that running away isn't the same as traveling, no matter how much you want it to be, no matter how much you disguise it.

            Life gives us unexpected teachers, and sometimes you are both the teacher and pupil, though you may be unaware of being either.

            Accept your responsibilities, and most of all, yourself.

            I suppose this is where the curtain falls and the actors come out and bow, but life isn't a play, atleast not in the sense that it ends, because it never does. Nor is it a book, with chapters that end. Life is one flowing road that we all travel.

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            The following year we attended the wedding, together. And all the guests, apart from our friends, murmured behind their hands, no doubt, fiercely whispering „What a scandal!"

            But I didn't care, neither did he. And afterwards I dragged him to a field, and made him skip through it. Honestly. It was hard, but I succeeded, even though he glared at me in the beginning. Which is when I was struck with a sense of deja vu.

            I saw a white field, covered with pristine flowers.

            I saw millions of feathers, soaring in the air.

            I saw light.

            I saw him.

            I felt the breeze tug at me.

            I felt a warm hand, holding mine.

            I felt smiles, my own and his.

            I felt peace.

            There are no ends, only beginnings.

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Author's notes:

Disclaimer: Not mine. Nope. All characters belong to Squaresoft.

Wow. Well, I've finished my first ever fanfiction, sad but true!

This idea originally came to me late one night, when I suddenly got tired of Yuffie, who happens to be one of my favourite characters, being characterised as a brat, and overall, having no personality as well. So I thought about her, and this is what lurks around in her head (hehe, or what I think lurks around in her head…) It was very fun writing this, and I only hope I kept her, and Vincent in character.    

 Anyways, I wanted to thank all the reviewers, because the soft fluffy feeling you get in the pit of your stomach whenever you recieve a review is wonderful. Thanks you guys! It's made me feel much better about me and my work, and I've actually had an audience… thanks for joining me on this ride ^_^

Thanks! *hugs each reviewer*:  Firefly99, Sable(I have a black cat), bun, Chaos Wolf, Silverpaws the silver Nukachu, Natsumi, Silme, sailororangi, Natsumi, Moo, zelly, BT, Uknown_reviewer. Shadow Reaver, Rose Flame, Reese, Meh, Smays.

            But most of all, I'd like to thank Simona, (you even reviewed this! Silme…think I wouldn't guess?)  What would I do without my editor? Thank you ever so much, you're a wonderful wonderful person, for being able to put up with me, me and my numerous calls when I was worried about my story and how no one would like it, and…you're just a wonderful person anyway! ^_^  But thanks for being the best ever editor, even when you didn't know what Final Fantasy 7 was about! Now that is skill! Thank you for pointing out my sometimes…careless mistakes, and for encouraging me as always. Although you know…where are the fuzzy slippers and mugs of cocoa you promised to bring me? *ducks*

            Well, like Yuffie says, there's no end, and I'm going to keep on writing, I might just write more ff7 fanfiction, who knows, so I'll see you around everyone!

             ^_^