Five days. Five days since a promise was made to her. One day. One day until she finally realized that promise was a lie. Where was he? Why hadn't he returned. She played her part, where was her just reward. She put her own life on the life for Spira once again and this is what she received.

Never again…

Two years she waited and now she finally understood what her purpose was. To suffer. They didn't want to help her, they wanted to sit and laugh at her struggle to maintain her sanity.

Thousands of these dreadful thoughts flooded her mind as her eyes skimmed the shoreline. The crashing of the waves at her feet were the only sounds she could clearly make out. Her vision was blurred from tears and her throat numb from choking on her own pathetic sobs.

Everyone tried to tell her to wait; that there might some kind of misunderstanding, but she knew better. The wool couldn't be pulled over her eyes on this one. She had been deceived by them in the past so there was a good chance it would happen again. And it had.

She fell to her knees as she tried to get a hold of herself, but the only thoughts she could register were images of death, pain and his blue eyes. She missed him. His eyes, his nose, his hair, his chuckle, his childish attitude; she even missed the fact that he was really stupid and annoying at times. She was willing to give anything, including her life, to see him again. And that's exactly what she planned to do.

Might as well get this over with…

She took careful, slow steps into the currents until the water was above her knees. She turned around to take one quick glance back at her home of Besaid. She could see smoke rising up into the air from the fire pit in the centre of town, smell the food roasting over the heat and hear the children laughing. It was almost enough to make her change her mind, but she quickly turned back around and began dashing as quickly as she could back into the waves.

As water splashed around her, her eyes began to tear up again and she lost her vision clarity, causing her to stumble and fall into the depths. She allowed herself to just lay there and float under the waves, watching the glares of light that glazed the surface. Every second made her head ache and her chest burn. Why was she just laying there and not doing what she came here to do? Why? Because she was a coward.

No! I'm not a coward! I just…

What would he have done? The same as her? It didn't matter anymore. It had to be done, now or never.

She reached to her right side and grabbed one of her pistols. She quickly loaded it and forced it against the current to the side of her head. Closing her eyes and using what little breath she had left, she quietly mumbled, "Goodbye cruel world."

She laughed inwardly at her cheesey cliché before pulling the trigger.

The blast rang silently across the waters, but it reached no one's ears. Her limp body floated slowly toward the surface and left a trail of red in it's wake as her pistol slipped from her hand and drifted to the ocean floor.

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A/N: kinda short and angsty, I know but I was in a depressed mood when I wrote it. Review and tell me if it sucked.