And a thousand words,

one thousand confessions will cradle you,

making all of the pain you feel seem far away.

They'll hold you forever.


My Dearest Lenne,

The hours of the day have dwindled down to fragments of reality as I sit here and write to you. Today marks the fourteenth day since you have gone to fight in the war. Without reason or thought, I can't help but tell you how dearly I miss you. I don't think words could ever fully express the depth of the human heart; we have a bigger capacity to bear our burdens than we think. It's a remarkable struggle as I can still feel the tugging of my own pain pulling me down farther than I know. There's no way around it because I'm hopeless without you. I hope the hours in your day are spent more meaningfully than mine. And I hope that wherever you may be, you are as well and safe as one could be in a war.

Just the other day, I took a walk down to our favorite spot by the lake. As I seated myself at the dock, I started thinking of our lives and what we've become. You. Me. This war. We've always had what we wanted and everything between us was nothing like what it is now. Our love was a different kind of love, an unforgettable love - an extraordinary love. In the thousands of years that have passed, I think it's safe enough to say that there are no two people like us. We're the only ones, Lenne.

And yet, as much as I try not to think of it, it seems that no one will truly understand what I feel. The many desperate attempts I try at every chance I get. All of the misery and grief I still cling to. Everything I do because I want to be with you again. I want to hear your voice and see your face. The beautiful face that I've memorized time and again. There is no one in the universe that I want more than you. There is no other, I'm sure of it. And the more I think of it, the more I say that the world can have its treasure. It can have everything, I don't want it. I would throw away worlds just to speak to you again, to see you stand in front of me.

What else can I do? My sadness and anger are running out on me. I can only hold out for so long. My feelings are finally caving in and they're letting me go altogether. They're betraying my grief. It's only a matter of time until I disappear completely and never return. I'll never be able to tell the world our story. I'll never leave the mark in history that I was so sure I would leave. I'll never forgive myself for letting you go the way I did.

And yet, each day that passes, I fade further away from where you are. For all the reasons that I could find to hate those who have caused this war, none of it leads me to you.

None of this chaos gives me you.


Author's Note:

Man. Talk about being an emotional wreck. I remember when I played FFX-2, I was fascinated by the drama that Shuyin caused, all because he never had the chance to say a proper goodbye to the love of his life. I suppose you can't blame him, can you? He's human. And despite his being a total pain in the rear, his ghost was still lurking around for a reason. I figured I'd pay a tribute to him, for old time's sake. Despite how, after I wrote this letter, I sort of creeped myself out.

I probably won't be writing from Shuyin's perspective any time soon.

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