The young man thought he was hearing things. Finished, already? he thought. But does that mean I only have a few hours? He opened his eyes, looking for something different, to indicate that it had succeeded, or that he was now dead. But he saw neither. He looked behind him, his vision clouded by the stagnant tears coating his eyes. He saw two distinct figures, a child dressed in purple and his lover, Yuna, lying on the floor. Anguish swelled up inside him, he felt tricked. He wanted to go up to the fayth and tear him to shreds. He was going to die, he had lost all important memories, and Yuna still lay there. He got up, the adrenaline numbing the aches of his muscles. He wiped his eyes to clear his vision and stopped. What he saw amazed him and made him forget about his hate towards the child-spirit.

Surrounding Yuna was the floor, pristine except for small splotches of dirt and some grass. He smiled, filled with joy, and began to cry once more. But he cried because of happiness; the fayth hadn't lied. Yuna no longer was bleeding or bloodstained. All evidence of her gruesome death had vanished. All that was left was a memory trying to be forgotten forever. He continued to cry, letting his emotions control his entire body. Relief swarmed through his body and he felt relaxed and calm.

As he walked up to Yuna he could she was starting to move. Her chest rose and fell with her breaths and she slightly shivered from the dampness of the floor. He walked over and stood above her. He knelt down and began to carefully pick her up, cradling her elegance in his arms. He clumisly danced with the elegnat beauty of the summoner. He caressed her arms and face, feeling the warmth of her cheeks once again. He talked to her, trying to ease her pain. "I'm here Yuna. It's okay now."

He brushed her brown hair aside. Yuna's eyes began to flutter and he grew overjoyed. As her eyes began to open he cooed to her. "I love you, Yuna." He lent in and embraced her harder, letting his warmth spread over her. He gazed into her swirling eyes, lost in the sapphire and emerald gems. He closed his eyes and gingerly let his head get closer to hers. He now could feel her warmth on his cheeks. He sealed his lips onto hers and let himself be ruled by emotion, and instinct. I love you Yuna and I never want you to go, ever, he realized. He had completely forgotten his promise to the fayth.

He let his wet lips leave hers and he opened his eyes. He was still hugging his lover, and he was still crying. His tears soaked his entire face and clothes. They began to flow into Yuna and dripped onto the stones. Streams ran down his face and clothes, but now they intermingled with new tears, Yuna's.

She was trapped; she felt as though her entire body had been crushed and then burned. She hurt all over; her body ached and seemed so very weak. She was trapped, and her body was full of despair. She was floating in a limbo, and she knew nothing. She felt only one thing and one thought 'I love you'. She didn't understand what it meant, but she knew it was important. Then out of the darkness, she was filled with a bright blue light, and with it, knowledge and memories. She began to remember who she was, Yuna. She remembered her father defeating Sin and its celebrations; she recalled her own pilgrimage and her six guardians. She also recollected dieing, but also, a great sense of bond, of love, to someone that she could not name. It was that very someone, the one whom she loved, that was pulling her out of the eternal void. It hurt, badly. All her aches and cuts, all of her pain, yet again began to be felt. She felt like she was dieing again. This is love? she thought.

Her eyelids, stained with dry blood and tears, began to flutter open gracefully. Immense light greeted her awakening. She closed her eyes again, trying to adjust to the increase of light. When she opened them again, she was met by another set of eyes, these sapphire-sky blue and tinted with red puffyness. They had been crying, and she began to empathize with the unknown pair of eyes. She began to feel bittersweet, sad because this person had been crying and because she had been separated from her friends and lover. Happy because she was know alive once more.

She looked down at herself, sullen from the new wave of sadness that came from meeting the stranger's eyes. Her white sash had been destroyed, shredded into tiny fragments lying around the stone floor. Her white and pink armbands also were torn in pieces. Her dress was slightly tattered, and her boots were missing. The floor felt cold to Yuna's feet, but the occasional patch of moss warmed them up.

She shifted her weight and suddenly felt arms wrapped around her and looked up at her captor. She moved slowly, taking in all of his features. He had a wet, torn-up, and bloody vest on, but beneath that she could she his bronze muscled skin. She continued to move upward, to his neck, with held a silver necklace with a fancy 'J' on it. She climbed up, seeing his chin, mouth, cheeks, nose, ears, and eyes… the eyes were closed and secreted warm drops. She lent her head onto his chest to feel the tears. She wanted to share in his pain and sorrow. She wanted him to know that she cared.

She looked back up at his face and saw his sandy-blonde hair and 'J' symbol earring. He opened his eyes and Yuna's heart jumped. She suddenly remembered. She remembered their encounter in Besaid, their journey through Spira, their kiss in Macalania, their battle against the Final Aeon. "Tidus," she managed to say. Tears swelled inside her and burst out too, intermingling with her lover. "I love you too."

Tidus was dumbfounded. Yuna, his eternal lover, was alive, and she remembered him and loved him. He wanted to cherish every second, and deep down he knew he had to. He vaguely recalled his deal with the fayth, but he pushed it aside. Yuna was all that mattered. He looked into her simply beautiful eyes and saw her love, but also confusion. He moved his hand, slowly and openly, to her cheek. His hand tingled when it touched her delicate soft face. He wiped her tears and began to cry even more himself. She was stunningly beautiful; his object of devotion.

Yuna was full of mixed emotions. Love, for she was with her lover. Confusion, since she had died and resurrected. Fear, because she couldn't remember where they were or where the other guardians were. Lust, because she wanted to be with Tidus, her lover. She wanted to hold him, to never let him go. As he wiped her cheek she gently placed her hands on his waist. She cautiously, but determined she was doing the right thing, began to life up his vest. Tidus shook, startled, and then let her finish. He felt her warm hands and longed to hold her, to have her. She slipped the yellow vest through his arms and over his head, messing up his frazzled hair. He loved the sensation it gave him to be with her.

The room floor was infinite looking, with small plants growing in cracks. Stars and endless deep blue and purple filled in as walls and the ceilings. In the center of the stone floor stood two figures. The man was bare-chested. The woman was wearing shredded and torn clothes. But they loved eachother. They stood there, just gazing at one another, savoring the moment, and embracing like never before.

Tidus suddenly remembered his deal, his bargain with the fayth. He didn't know how to tell Yuna, it would break her fragile heart. But if he left without explanation, I would hurt her even more. He put his hands on her shoulders and she looked up. "Yuna," he said softly, "I have something important to tell you." Yuna thought he was going to profess his love, ask for forgiveness, propose possibly, but she was not even guessing what he actually said.

"I… have to leave soon, in a day. I offered myself as a sacrifice to bring you back. You'll do great things. Don't let me burden you."

Yuna gasped and pulled away. She looked at her feet and then the ground. Her face was sullen, and she seemed very depressed. Tidus walked over, slowly, and touched her shoulders again. This time, she flinched and asked, "Please, don't touch me." Her voice had a bitter edge to it, like it was more of a command than request. He moved his hands and went over and let her be alone. He plopped himself on the ground and went into a deep thought.

Yuna was heartbroken. She finally had been with her lover; she wanted to be with him forever. But now he was to die in order to save her. It was too confusing and overwhelming. It didn't seem worth it to her. But she knew she would've done the same thing for him. They loved eachother immensely; they were separable only by death.

She turned around and saw Tidus and walked over. "I'm sorry," she sincerely apologized. "I love you. And since you will be here for only a little while longer…" Her voice faded off as she tried to think of what to say. But he would finish her sentence.

"… let's make the most of it."

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Sorry for the lateness. I was busy with Track and with my super-huge History project.
Hope you enjoy!