When she woke in the early evening after their lovemaking, Yuffie couldn't bring herself to feel guilty like she thought she would. She knew she was being unfaithful to the man her father had made her marry, but she didn't love him. She loved Vincent—and had held onto that love for six years. And so had Vincent.

Her marriage was simply a power play by their families, and they knew it. If they had been left to their own devices, the two of them would probably have never even noticed each other in passing.

The only regret she had was that Vincent couldn't come back to Wutai with her.

Silently, she slipped out of bed and to the dresser where their clothes had dried. Quickly, she dressed, then moved over to the desk.

Sitting down in the chair, Yuffie stared down at the inn's complimentary note pad and pen. Picking up the pen, she took a deep breath and began writing.

Dearest Vincent,

Today was the most magical, wonderful day of my life. Knowing that you shared the feelings I've had fro years has made me feel so much more complete. I love you.

But I have to go. My responsibilities in Wutai call me back. And I know that you can't come back with me. Maybe someday in the future, but not now.

Please don't come after me. Or try to contact me. We both know what my father would do if you did.

All I can do is pray that Leviathan brings us together again in the future.

All my love forever,

Yuffie

Silently, the ninja crept from the room while the gunman slept on.