Disclaimer: Same as before, I don't own FFX, the characters, or pretty much anything else in this fic. Moo.

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Chapter Two

My head's stopped working, my mind's all numb.

I feel so stupid, I feel so dumb.

Lately, there's nothing left to do,

But sit and dream of an eternity with you.

"Yunie?" Rikku's voice interrupted my reverie, breaking through my thoughts. She knocked again on the door.

I put down my pen and turned to face the door, calling, "It's open."

"Hey," she said warmly, coming over to my desk. "What're ya writing'?"

"Oh," I sad nonchalantly, "just a song."

"Really? Can I hear it?"

I sang the only part I'd written so far for her in my light alto voice. Now, I admit, my voice isn't the best ever, but it's really not that bad. And I liked writing songs. It made me feel better.

Rikku listened silently. She was still silent, even after I had finished. "It sounds sad," she said quietly, after a while. "Just a little."

I looked out my window. "It's supposed to be."

"Why don't you write something happy?"

I shrugged, still not looking at her. "I don't know, just because, I guess. I'm no good at writing happy things."

Her response was a simple "hm," followed by a moment of awkward silence.

"Someone's swimming" Rikku commented absently as some blonde's head popped up out of the water. It was my turn to "hm" this time.

"Well," my Al Bhed cousin said, standing. "I'll let you get back to your song. Lulu told me to tell you that lunch will be ready in a couple minutes."

"Thanks," I murmured, turning my eyes from the Besaidian coast reluctantly. I picked up my pen and began to write again.

Time's catching up to me, catching like a cold,

The tears I've shed are coming back tenfold.

But still there's nothing, left to do,

But sit and dream of an eternity with you.

I sighed and placed my pen next to the small tablet of paper I had been writing on, stood, stretched, and began walking downstairs.

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A/N: This should be the last update for today, but I'm not really sure. I've been in a writing mood lately. Oh, by the way, this story probably won't have a plot. But hey. You never know, eh?

Oh, by the way, did you like Yuna's song? It took my about ten seconds per verse to write. I always thought Yuna seemed like the kind of girl who'd write down her problems in a song or journal rather than tell someone about them. I dunno why. Whatever.

Moo,

~E.N.