Well, I'm back. A combination of my computer breaking and a loss of interest means this story/collection of drabbles hasn't progressed for... well ages!
But hopefully now it will. And to kick things off, I'm introducing you to Agsty Yuffie. In fact, it'll just be angst from here on out. Sorry...
Disclaimer: SquareEnix own the recognisable bits.
Yuffie.
Tied: to bind or join closely or firmly; to confine, restrict, or limit.
There's nothing for me in the past.
Everything about my family, my culture, was tied to the past. Our customs, our rituals.
I tried to practice them at first, but I was too young to do them properly, and it was depressing doing them by myself.
Just kinda reminded me that I was alone.
That there's no-one who shared my heritage or my beliefs. No-one tied to my past.
I always laughed at Leon for being so fixated on his past, for being so broody.
But he's right. It's hard when you don't have anything to share with people.
We're all like it when you think about it. None of us have people from our past with us. None of us have the ones we love.
We're just a rag-tag bunch of miss-fits pretending to be family.
When Sora told me that the ones we'd lost might someday make it back here, I was ecstatic. But then I realised… what do I have to look forward to?
My father died. I lost my entire heritage. Even if they do come back, I won't be like them, I'll be… different.
I tried so hard to hold on to the ties to my past but they slipped away....
I think... that's about the time I threw myself headlong into adventure.
If I'm always running… if I don't look back… I won't remember what I've lost.
I won't feel those ties break.