Whispers in the Dark

Disclaimer: This fanfic is written by Requiem Artist and Lunatic Artist both. I have Lunatic Artist's permission to post this fanfic under my name. FFX's characters Seymour and Auron belong to Square-Enix... other original characters mentioned in the story belong to Lunatic and myself. We intend no profit or gain from this fic, just the joy of writing it.

Whispers in the Dark

Prologue



A tall figure dressed in a dark coat stood, his eyes staring down at the grave laid before him. The sky was filled with dark clouds, foreshadowing a storm that had yet to come. A single tear fell down his cheek and hit the grave beneath his feet. He looked longingly at the small stone, staring at the words carved into it.



How many months has it been since you’ve been gone? Three months. I miss you. Life is… unsatisfying now that you are gone. I feel empty and alone, but not abandoned. I want nothing more but to see you again, but I can’t take my own life. You taught me that hope isn’t false and that people can change, no matter how cruel and harsh they were before. You taught me love. You gave me your heart. You gave me a chance. Before, in Spira, we had our duties, despite us wanting one another… and we were given a second chance. We adjusted to this new world and our new life with difficulty, but in the end… we worked together and depended on each other.



I look back and try to think of what to say, how I can explain my actions when I made mistakes. Truth is, I don’t know what to say. Not to you, nor anyone else.



You were so full of life and beauty… beauty I never found within myself. Not until you died… How can I go on living? What is there for me now that you are gone after twenty years together? I still want to cry at night because my heart misses you. My body aches for your touch.



The figure fell to his knees at the grave and kissed the tombstone, leaning against it.



Life isn’t the same without you. It’s so dark and dreary… before, even on a cloudy day like this one, I felt warm with the sunlight, as if nothing could break us apart. Death has. Death has stolen you from me. It seems death takes so much away, even though you knew that it gave us peace.



Whenever I find myself thinking these thoughts, I remember the times you made me smile and brought me to life. I remember your gifts, your kisses, and your tenderness: tenderness that no one would believe was there, even if I told them. They believed that you were a hard man, struck by misfortune and a sense of duty. People here treated you no differently.



I learned to treat you differently because no matter hord yrd you tried you were different. And I loved you for it.



If there’s one thing I remember more than anything else, it’s the beginning. At first, I tried not to remember, and most of the time, I succeeded. It was different and we didn’t know where to begin, where to turn to.



I look back and try to think of where to begin our memories together. Spira needs to be kept out of the memory of us… we need to start here, when we first arrived and I saw you. Part of me was almost angry; the other part was relieved to see a familiar face.



Life is not fair nor is it just… it’s simply life. And I am grateful that I spent more than a quarter of it with you… whispering in the dark.