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Chapter 1

Day 0

I'm standing on the deck of Uncle Cid's airship, staring at the spot where you took your last steps.

I don't know how long I've been standing here for. All I know is that a cold breeze is rippling through my hair, stinging my eyes and depriving me of the warmth I so dearly need. I've never felt so alone in my life.

When I think about it, all the people I love seem to disappear. My mother, my father, you., even Cid and his family to a certain extent. It may be a jinx or just pure coincidence, I don't know. It just isn't fair, at all.

The last time I felt like this was the night I stood on the Highbridge in Bevelle, a sobbing seen year old calling for her father. Kimahri saved me then but I doubt he can repeat it.

I'm standing on the deck in a now bitter wind, wanting to cry, scream, shout. I want to jump after you but I can't. It's as if there isn't an action worthy enough to express how I feel.

I sense a rush of warmth on my shoulder coming from the firm hand that has been placed there. I hear a strong Besaidian accent and I don't even need to guess who it is.

"Yuna, you all right, ya?" Wakka asks me, his voice slightly distorted by the wind.

Before I even have the chance to look at him I hear a deep, angry sigh followed by quick footsteps. Wakka is pulled off me, leaving me vulnerable to the forces of nature whilst Lulu scolds him. I can picture her hands glowing, ready to send a cascade of spells raining down onto his blitzer's body.

"Are you returning to your old ways?" Lulu whispers, obviously not wanting me to eavesdrop. "How tactless can you be? Her heart has probably shattered into thousands of shards and you ask her if she's all right!"

"I'm sorry, ya, but I don't like long silences and I couldn't think of anything else to say, y'know."

Wakka's voice in understandably shaky. Lulu can be extremely intimidating as you know only too well.

Lulu continues to punish him, interrupting Wakka every time he tries to speak. For some reason, I find it funny that after all we've been through, Wakka hasn't really changed at all. He's still the same slightly tubby, big-hearted, brotherly person I grew up with.

A smile appears on my face, lingering only for a second. I only have to think of you before it vanishes. Inhaling deeply, I turn around to face my four remaining guardians.

"I'm going to go and rest in the cabin for a while," I tell them, my voice high pitched and uneven. As I make my way towards the door Rikku suddenly gives cry of, 'Yunie,'. Her light footsteps follow before stopping abruptly.

"No. Yuna need time to be alone. Yuna has to think about Yuna problems."

I give Kimahri a brief, weary smile before leaving the blustery deck behind. Inside, the Fahrenheit is warm, bits of machinery making whirring noises and the engines propelling use through the sky at a steady speed.

I reach the cabin and look for my bed. I lie down, pulling the covers around me and breathing slow, deep breaths. I urge to cry, to have a waterfall of tears flowing down my cheeks, but all that comes is a single tear. It trickles down my left cheek and lands on the duvet. A second later I am asleep.

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When I wake up it's dark and quiet. The other beds are empty and I begin to worry. Where is everyone?

I stretch and stand up, lightly combing my fingers through my hair. I head for the door located at the other end of the cabin when something distracts me. An eerie blue light is coming from beneath one of the beds. I patter towards it and kneel to gaze at the light source.

I give an inwards sob when I see it. Your sword, The Brotherhood. You chose to fight using the Caladbolg, so I guess you just left The Brotherhood here. Sadly, another of its wielders will not be coming back. I reach out for it, a last remaining relic of you and my hand brushes against something else. I pull out a plain canvas bag and peer inside. Only when I examine its contents to I realise that it also belongs to you.

Inside are: a change of clothes; a match sheet from the blitzball tournament; several chocobo feathers; an assortment of potions and ethers; various Al Bhed dictionaries; a ticket for a shoopuf ferry crossing; a crystal that I think you took from Macalania; and a sphere.

I pick it up tentatively and wonder what it could say. Is it a message to me, telling me that you're sorry you have to go but there is no choice? Or is it just a random sphere that you found, a sphere of no importance what so ever?

I bring it closer so I can watch and your face suddenly fills the screen. You're saying something but your words don't register with me. I catch the occasional name, Lulu, Wakka, but I can't hear, I can only see. I manage to regain the power of hearing though when you say my name.

"And last but by no mean least,Yuna ... well, where to I begin. I guess I should start by saying thank you. Thank you for believing me when no one else would. Thanks for healing me so many time that I've lost count. And thank you most of all for the things you taught me.

You see, in Zanarkand I thought I had everything you could possibly need. I was rich, famous, everyone loved me. Or so I thought. But... it wasn't the right type of love, not the type that you've shown me. You taught me really what life is about, and that without love, life really is worthless.

And I'm sorry. Sorry that I didn't tell you. But I don't think you would have gone through with all this if I had. You would have tried to stop me and given me that look of yours when you're determined to do something, you know the one I mean. And I'm also sorry that I'm such a slow person, slow to realise how much you mean to me. If I realised it sooner I would have treated you better, because you more that anyone I have ever known deserve to be treated like a queen. And most of all, I'm sorry I never got to say this to you in person, but knowing me it just wouldn't have come out right. And I feel really stupid now, knowing that I'm never going to get to say this to you in person but ... I love you. I love you Yuna and I hope you know that. And well, I guess this is goodbye."

I can feel the tears build up behind my mis-matched eyes and this time there is no stopping them.

The floodgates open.

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Rikku finds me a little while later, sitting in a puddle of my own salty tears and clutching one of your spare shirts to my chest.

She dashes over and hugs me, rocking me gently like I'm a young child. I am glad that it's Rikku comforting me. I need my family at a time like this.

"Oh Yunie, please don't cry. If you cry, I'll start crying and then Pops will lose his head when he sees the lake we'll have made," she tells me, still not letting go.

I give a weak laugh but then the tears start again and once more I begin drowning in my sorrow.

"Rikku, what am I going to do? How can I possibly go back to living a normal life on Besaid?"

There is a long silence before she answers. Her voice a mixture of sadness, worry and honesty.

"I don't know Yunie. I just don't know."

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