So…Yuna's been pulled into a direction where there is nothing but wrong turns.

THis chapter is saddening to say, still plot but mroe on the lines of backgound info. It helps right?

I realized I've been goofing off in my earlier chapters. I will still have a bit of lousy comedy in there so don't worry random comedy people. Just not in this one or in the next few. Dunno ye. CHILL...

WARNING! WARNING! I deleted one of my chapters by accidente so don't fret. I will rewrite it once this is posted.

Yuna p.o.v.

I kept walking at my fastest pace after my encounter with him.

"Yuna, Who are you? What's wrong with you?"

I gave him a cold stare, one that glazed through his chest like a deep scar. Then with a flick of my wrist the cigarette dropped to the floor and I lightly placed my foot atop it. I took a simple second glance at his startled blue eyes and departed from his life.

Should I have made eye contact with him?

How could I have been so cold? I don't know if I can do this for the whole year. That's a long time. A lot could happen. People can change. I was smoking right? One example of the scary things change will bring. Change had always been a bloodcurdling fear to me. The thought of alteration immediately brings me to a worst case scenario. I haven't had much luck with change.

I believe in nature to guide me. I can't believe why I'm even saying this now. I was little, ten years old to be exact, it was a cold spring morning and there was fog everywhere. The cherry trees were in full bloom. They looked incredibly supernal, a heavenly splendor. Why couldn't something like this be my object of faith? From then on, I had started a bind with the beauties of nature. A couple days before that, my father had passed away due to heart failure. He was hospitalized for a total of eight months. To my surprise, I didn't cry when it happened. I felt a void and empty space where most of my compassion went. I was invisible. Then, when I started middle school, I cried at least twice a day. My mother had me bused to another school so that the students in my home school wouldn't be there to take pity on me and treat me differently.

I'm glad that happened. If it wasn't for her decision, I would have never met the best people in the whole world. My friends, they aided me when everyone else just wanted to know if I was feeling blue. Rikku literally pulled me out of my depressed state and exposed me to happiness. She took me to the Ocean. I know… what else would you expect from Rikku? However, it turned out to be just what I needed. The waves crashing against my body, the cool breeze, and the sand between my toes, it was all too perfect. She cleansed me of my cold state and I gradually opened up to a couple more friends, up until the point where I became a normal human being.

Have I already said this? Sorry, but if so, I can't help myself because just reminiscing lifts my spirits.

"Father, I love you so much. Why aren't you here?"

For the first time in years, I cried. Not for my father, I cried for me, for the mess I put myself in. I cried for my mother. I cried for every day my father was absent from my life. I cried for the sake of crying. But above all, I cried for Tidus. I figured that my avoidance from him would basically be isolation from all my friends since I can't take that chance of sharing my secret to them.

He might not really care that I'm gone!

It was then that I realized…I can't face him.

How will I go to school everyday and ignore him? How can I walk through the halls and ignore the looks he gives me as I brush past his shoulders into class?

No, I can't do it. I just can't.

A pain sped through my head. It's too much for me!

I've got to get out of here! If I can't even bear the thought, how can I experience the actual event!

I decided that I will go to school for the rest of this week: Thursday and Friday. On Friday night, if I can't handle it, I'll go to France and live with my aunt for the rest of the time period. I'll be way too busy helping her out with chores and other tasks she might have for me. She already asked me previously if I could visit her and sing at her club. Singing clears the mind. Hopefully, this alternative will lessen the pain. I feel a little relieved, SHould I feel relieved? Damnit! Why am I so questionable about myself? Why do I have to be so indecisive?

Wait. Crap, I live with Rikku!

I might lengthen this chapter. Should I? I might just add another chap finishing what I wanted said here. The next chapter will be my longest! PROMISE! This is not a fraud!