Long ago it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you
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Sometimes, during her and her cousin's journey, she would sneak off alone to the lofty deck of the airship. Quietly, she would remove the sphere from the bag that rested on her hip and watch with an uneasy mixture of loneliness and hope.
And the tears would sting her cheeks as the biting wind tore across the deck of the ship, harsh and chill in comparison to the warm memories projected before her. A moment in Besaid, hot sand beneath their feet and the sound of waves behind as he playfully kicked at the air, trying to teach her a blitzball move, her giggles caught on the recorder as she moved in for a close up of the star athlete, now striking a pose for the camera and his utterance of surprise as, letting the sphere fall to her side, she quickly stole a kiss, and now, the sphere lying in the sand as he chased her down the beach and knee-deep into the ocean till he caught her to take it back.
And wiping the tears from her eyes, she would take the sphere, warm in her hands, close her eyes against the dark night sky, and determine in her heart to not let him remain just a memory.
A/N: For the 30 kisses theme "the sound of waves". Lyrics are from "Bookends" by Simon & Garfunkel.