Though a thousand words have never been spoken, they'll fly to you crossing over the time and distance holding you—"Hello?" Yuna struggling to regain consciousness rolled out of bed grabbing her cell phone that had rang twice already.

"Yunie are you in Bevelle yet?" Rikku sounded worried on the other line, "Yunie, are you back yet?" Rubbing her eyes she pulled the alarm clock around.

"It's 2:00 in the morning Rikku, I just got back…this better be important—"He's back." Taking a breath Yuna held the dresser for support, "Rikku, that isn't funny he can't—"I just saw him. Were at Dona's house, hurry they are talking about ending it in a couple hours." Hanging up she ran to her closet; throwing on some blue hip huggers, and a baby blue tank top. Turning around she grabbed her keys from the dresser. Walking into the hallway she looked down.

"Shit, I need shoes." Laughing to herself she reentered her room. She reached in her closet for her baby blue adidas'. After several attempts she put her shoes on the right feet. Running down several hallways she turned into the parking garage. Getting into her car she didn't hesitate to press the gas pedal.

"Is this real…is he really back? We can finally be together. I knew he'd come back." Not once did she ask why he was at Dona's, not once did she ask. She had waited to long to question…she was ready to accept it, just the way it was. It wasn't long until she arrived. The house was full of lights, and the distant shadows behind closed windows. Making her way up the steps she entered the house. The music was unbearably loud, fighting through the crowd in the living room she made her way to the Kitchen. Taking a breath of exasperation she scanned the crowd. Where was he?

Suddenly two hands made their way to her waist pulling her back. Pausing she turned around. Pulling away she snapped, "Seymour! What are you doing?" Liquor floated in currents from his pale lips.

"Heya Yunae…I si you com to the part—"Ugh…Seymour, let go of me your drunk!" Puling away, he had backed her into a corner.

"I kno you isn't returnin me—"What! Will you listen to yourself? Seymour let go of my hand—"Com wit mi Yunae." Pushing him into the stove from behind he fell to the floor. Walking past she made her way through the crowd once more to the stairs. Walking down the hall she opened the door to an empty room, checking to see if there was a bathroom that he could be using she went further in. After several steps the door behind her slammed shut. Turning around sharply she was startled.

"Seymour…what are you doing? Go back down stairs; I don't have time for this. I'm looking for somebody." Laughing to himself he spread his arms, "I am rite hur. You don't kneed to looked." With every stumble he took, she found herself taking one back. He was much larger than her, and much stronger.

"Seymour what are you—"Shhh…" Placing his finger above her lips; grabbing the back of her neck he pushed her forward to kiss him. Struggling against him he pushed her onto the bed. Escaping for air she pleaded, "Seymour let me go! Get off of me." Ignoring her calls he pushed harder biting her lip. She felt the warm blood surfacing. Taking her hands he placed them above her head holding them tight. Her cries and screams were suffocated beneath him.

With all hope lost the door swung open. In stepped Lenne, half wasted attached to Tidus' arm. He whispered just loud enough to be heard.

"…Yuna?"