Not necessarily angst.
Oh, hell. Of course it is. I can't write anything but! :x Tune your computer in to the Ending of FinalFantasy— this will have more of an impact.
I have no idea where the spark to write this came from, but it took all of four minutes. Short, in both time & text-length. I hope it has meaning, to someone.
I don't own Final Fantasy– X or any thereof. ;\
This is the Ending of Final Fantasy X; Yuna's story.
REWRITE
I had just told you I loved you, and you still were leaving?
I could feel it in your touch as you came behind me; I could smell it in your tears. You were confirming my fears each passing second, your heart was screaming,
'This is how it has to be. This is how the story ends.'
But, also– so softly—
'And– I love you.'
The pyreflies bled off you like a disease— when your arms came around me, I felt a breath of air.
You were dead to me now.
Somehow, I could feel you through the invisibility; your love was reaching me. I touched the places where your arms– wholesome and real– should have been. You offered my breaking heart nothing more than silence, but as long as I could feel that deep pulse of you, I knew I could keep standing.
This is how the story ends. Tragic hero. Tragic consequences.
Tragic love.
I felt you pull away; you took my dream with you.
I heard them behind us, sobbing quietly— I knew the minute you were gone, we'd break loose and suffer more.
You said, if I was ever in trouble, ever needed your help, you'd come and save me. You'd only be a whistle away.
How can you save me from yourself?
I saw your ghost walk to the edge, saw it look down in to the clouds.
You were an angel surveying his flight path.
You took a last look back– I could see your eyes, illuminated by the pyreflies, that same pale blue. In that look you gave me what you thought I needed to keep going, to keep on. Was that a smile? You were far too gone.
Spreading your arms, you took the fall.
Two fingers were at my mouth in that one second,
I blew hard.
Took a different approach.