Vincent knew he was alone before he was fully awake. They'd made love all through the morning, and had fallen asleep tangled together, the blanket forgotten somewhere on the floor. But the bed was cold and empty—save for himself—when he woke.
He'd thought it might be this way. Easier, perhaps, for her to leave without having to say goodbye when she knew his feelings.
With a dark sigh, he dragged himself from the bed. The room was eclipsed in twilight, and even his exceptional low-light vision was having trouble distinguishing details. He walked to the desk and turned on the tiny lamp.
A small square of paper in the center of the desk caught his eye, and he picked it up. A tear slid down Vincent's cheek as he read the first line, followed by several of its siblings as he continued.
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,
YuffieCarefully, he set Yuffie's note back on the desk. Then with the energy of a man whose hope has been renewed, he dressed.
He put the note into a pocket as he turned off the desk lamp and left the room.
