A/N: Well… Yeah. A little warning, this chapter won't be written in my normal style of writing. Read and tell if you like or not.

Disclaimer: *Sarcastically* My favourite part! The part where I claim to own nothing! Oh so much fun! Where I turn out to be the broke writer! Well, I got news for you! I DO own a few of the characters *Grins evilly*! I own the doctor; the two fishermen; the deceased mobsters; Ula the nanny; the receptionist; the non-deceased mobsters; the taxi driver and the waiter (from chap 5)! THEY'RE MINE! MINE, I TELL YOU, MINE!!!!! *Waits a moment* Okay… So maybe I don't want them… THEY'RE EATING ALL MY FOOD!!!!! Take them away!!!! *Ponders for a moment* Hah! I pity Squaresoft for owning the Final Fantasy Trilogies… THAT MUST BE ONE HELL OF A FOOD BILL! *Laughs demonically* MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!… Okay, I'm done.

~10: Precious Memories~

He stared at her for a moment before uttering, "Who are you?"

As soon as the words came out, he regretted them: she looked at him- as if to look for traces of a joke or a prank- and burst out into tears. How could he do that to her?

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The moonlight streamed in through the open window, casting eerie glow upon everything it toughed. The darkness in the room sat at the feet of the soft light. A picture-perfect outline could be seen by anyone… If anyone were in room other than the couple lying together on the double bed.

He lay there watching her, thinking how perfect his life would be with her at his side forever. She was the image of perfection that was produced in his mind's eye since he had hit puberty. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her; have children, watch as their children have children; grow old with her. That was going to happen: he told himself it would.

She lay on top of him, sleeping serenely. One arm was slung across his chest and the other intertwined with his own. Her silky black hair was strewn across the pillow beside them. Her face looked sweet and angelic, in a total state of utopia.

Her breathing was slower than when she was awake. On occasion, she would slightly stir and mumble out a few words. She was dreaming.

He held her tightly while he thought to himself about their future.

"We're going to have a boy and a girl. Their names will be… I don't know. She can decide. I was never any good at naming people… If it were up to me, I probably would've been named "The Boy". We'll have a nice house with a nice white-picket fence and maybe a dog. They'll…"he stopped thinking when she began to mumble out in her sleep.

"Nooooo! Stop! Don't leave me! You can't! Please! Come back!" She mumbled out sleepily. Immediately-as if she couldn't bear the nightmare-ish dream any longer - her eyes shot open.

Her head still lay on his chest, but she didn't look up. Her eyes were adjusting to the dim light of the room that only light by the moon. She tried to identify her surroundings. Where was she?

There was an arm around her, holding her protectively, she lying on top of someone. She wasn't dressed, either; neither was the person she was lying on top of.  Then it struck her. There was only one person that she would be in a likewise situation. He hadn't left her.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I had a dream. You left and you never came back. I found you once more but you didn't remember me. Then you left again. Tell me that won't happen. Please?" She asked, her head shifted to a position where she could look at him.

"I promise, it won't happen. I love you too much for it to happen. I'll be with you, always. I'll never forget you." He said sincerely. He loved her beyond what words could tell. Then he told her sincerely for the first time, "I love you."  

 

All the other times he had said those three words, there was always an interruption. The timing was never right.

"I love you too." She said as she kissed him passionately.

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She ran to the car and locked herself in.  The poor guy was left on the porch, wondering what that was all about.

Suddenly, a faint memory comes back to him.

"I'll never forget you."

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A/N: I like the word 'utopia'. It's a pretty word. Anyways, one of my friends told me that my chapters were way too long. Now I hope that it's not too short. Now, for the love of 'God', please review.