Chapter 1
"Wherever you are, one day, we'll be together again." Yuna muttered to herself as she lay on her bed, waiting the day when he would come back to her.
"Yuna?" Lulu appeared at the doorway, holding a tray of milk and cookies. Because Lulu and Wakka were engaged, Lulu had been taking on a more motherly fashion in taking care of everyone in the house. "Are you alright?"
Yuna looked up, her face blotchy from the tears she had cried. "Yes." She whispered. Her voice was barely audible.
"You don't look alright to me." Lulu approached Yuna and turned on the light. "Here, have some cookies and milk. It will make you feel better."
"I shouldn't." Yuna shook her head. "I…I'm not very hungry anyway."
"You haven't right eaten for days." Lulu sat down on the chair next to Yuna's bed.
My appetite must have gone with my heart. Yuna thought to herself. "I guess I'm just not feeling to hungry."
Lulu seemed to almost
instantly know what Yuna was thinking about. "I know it's hard."
She put her pale hand on Yuna's. "But sometimes you have to let
certain things go. I know how it feels, Yuna." She stopped talking
for a minute, probably thinking of Chappu.
"I don't mean to
disappoint you…" Lulu looked out of Yuna's window. "But there
will be plenty of others in the future. Just look at Wakka and me.
We're happy together, and we were the last people anybody expected
to see together." She chuckled to herself.
All of a sudden Yuna felt a burst of anger flush into her heart. "I…I loved him! And I will never love anyone else ever again!" She plopped back down into her pillow face-down, crying silently.
"Oh Yuna…" Lulu sounded as if she didn't know what else to say. "I guess all we can do is hope something will come and change your life one day." She quietly crept out the door and put the tray of cookies and milk on Yuna's desk. "Please try to get some rest, dear."
Yuna felt terrible after she yelled at Lulu. Is this what love is doing to me? "I don't understand." She said aloud.
All of a sudden the door unlocked downstairs and someone came in. Yuna furrowed her brows and looked at the electric clock placed on her lamp-desk. It read 3:00AM. Who could be coming home at such a time? She felt around for her robe and opened her door a creek, careful not to wake anyone else in the house up. When she tip-toed down the stairs, she began to get nervous. Who could it be? What was going on so early in the morning?
Someone seemed to be muttering to themselves and shaking. Cautiously Yuna turned on the lamp and clutched her robe – afraid to look at the person. But when she looked up, her eyes began to fill with confused tears. "Is…what's…am I dreaming?"
"Uh…hey, what's up?" Tidus put his hand behind his head and rubbed his neck.
It had to be a dream.
