I'm sorry if the epilogue is a disappointment, but...by the time I posted the last chapter the epilogue I had planned wouldn't work and I didn't want to go through the exhausting process of re-writing then deleting the other chapter and posting it, so I changed it around a little. I hope you do enjoy it, though!!!

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Summer Nights

Epilogue

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Yuffie gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white and shaky. The tear streaks on her cheeks resembled the ones that her windshield wiper continued to push away. The streets were almost empty, as it was late into the early morning and not many attempted to drive through horrible weather, or even drag themselves out of bed.

Again, the drive back home was a boring, yet easy one, but she didn't—couldn't—pay attention to the conditions. All her mind could think about his Squall. Her heart ached for his touch, but her brain kept telling her to forget about him. He was just some stupid guy who didn't give jack for her or anyone else but himself.

She pulled into the driveway and tiredly opened the door, grabbing her suitcases and slamming it shut again, hurrying inside her house. She turned the lock and opened the door, the warm scents of home comforting her. She hadn't realized how homesick she had been.

Before settling down to sleep that night, not even bothering to change out of her wet clothing, the last thing she thought was, At least I can leave him and my memories back at Camp Kaman instead of constantly being reminded of him at home.

The next week, Yuffie tore open the suitcase and started stuffing the clothes carelessly back into her dresser, discarding useless candy wrappers or pencil shavings. She had procrastinated stuffing everything back into its place and it had to be done. Many of the things she didn't even want anymore, like the string of Christmas lights she had hung on the walls or her old blanket. She needed a new one, anyway.

"Camp Kaman was a good thing for me. I learned about myself. And I left parts of me there...that I was never happy with in the first place," she said quietly after stuffing an old T-shirt into the drawer.

Later that day, she flipped through the mail, tossing bills on the counter for her parents to look at. An envelope with her name on it caught her eye. She tilted her head and read small, scribbly Aerith writing on the front of the envelope.

Yuf, this was forwarded to me, and I thought you should have it. Squall didn't have your address but he had Cloud's, and he asked Cloud to send it to me, and then me to send it to you. Love Aerith.

She frowned in confusion. What was it? She stuck her finger into the small opening and slit it with her fingernail, pulling out a small sheet of white paper and unfolding it carefully.

Dear Yuffie,

I'm sorry for that night at the camp, a week ago. What I said was...wrong, and I know that I haven't always been nice to you or anyone else.

We never really exchanged addresses, but if you don't want to write me, I understand.

--Squall

Yuffie smiled. That must have taken Squall a lot of guts to say. She sighed happily and grabbed the envelope, turning it over to stare at the return address, wondering how far away he lived. It might not be that expensive to call once in awhile.

Squall Leonheart

Columbus, Ohio, 4452

5203 Hollytin Road

Yuffie put a hand to her mouth. She lived in Columbus, Ohio. And Squall never told her?! But he never knew...Maybe they wouldn't have to write to each other after all.