Disclaimer: I don't own FF-VII or Hinder. I am a groupie for both, though.

Reno stared out the bedroom window, watching the moonlight reflecting off the waves of the ocean. Yuffie was sound asleep in the bed they had been sharing for nearly two weeks.

She was getting married in four days. And leaving in one. After tomorrow, she wouldn't be his anymore.

What the hell do I care anyway? he asked himself as he placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, inhaling deeply of the toxic smoke. Got tons of great sex and a free room.

And a broken heart.

He ran his shaking hand through his hair and exhaled. This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't supposed to fucking happen!

It was two weeks. No strings attached. Just good times to be remembered when things weren't the best. For both of them.

He wasn't supposed to...

"Damn it," he whispered. He stepped out onto the balcony and leaned against the railing to finish his cigarette. He closed his eyes and listened. Someone was playing music down on the beach, not to loud, but loud enough to carry to his ears.

I think you can do much better than me
After all the lies that I made you believe
Guilt kicks in and I start to see
The edge of the bed
Where your nightgown used to be

"Shit," he hissed as he inhaled his cigarette again. "Fuckin' Hinder."

I told myself I won't miss you
But I remembered
What it feels like beside you

"Damn it," he said, lighting another cigarette with the butt of his old one.

I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me

"Is this a fuckin' sign?" Reno asked, looking up at the sky. "I know she deserves better than what I can give her! Do you have to throw it up in my face like this?"

He ignored the next verse, trying to block the music out of his head. But when the chorus came again, he started finding his ressolve...and the lyrics changed, if only in his mind.

I'll really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you do know this
You deserve much better than me

Reno ground his cigarette out on the railing and walked back into the Villa. Pulling his clothes on and taking what little things he had, he stopped at the bed and stared down at Yuffie's sleeping form. He dropped a kiss to her lips, gently so as not to wake her then walked out of the bedroom.

Stopping in the kitchen, he left her a note and a photo album he'd made for her. It held pictures of the time they had shared. He had the twins to the pictures she would have. And he'd never forget it.

"It's better this way," he said to himself as he walked the length of the living room to the door. He cast one glance back at their...the bedroom door. "You deserve much better than me."

Tears ran down Yuffie's face as she read the letter Reno had left her:

Yuffie,

I know you still got one day left, Babe, but I can't be here with you for it. I hope you understand. What we've had...it was special. I'll never forget it. Try to be happy with your new life, okay? Just...do that for me. And if it helps any, know that out there somewhere, there's a dude that's so head over heels in love with you, that he had to let you go.

Reno

"Damn it," she whispered, clutching the letter to her chest. "Damn you, Reno. You fucking jerk! You got to tell me how you feel, why couldn't you let me do the same!"

She picked the photo album up and turned to a picture of the two of them on the beach, kissing and laughing.

"I love you, too, you bastard."

A/N: Did somebody say McMeloncholy?