FFX-2: Runaway
Fandom: Final Fantasy X-2
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: He always runs. Response to cupcakemonster's Crying on the Inside.
She calls him a bastard and he's all heartstricken because he knows now, yeah, he knows now what it's like to miss and want. He's missed her, happyhappy smiles and bounce and games, but he'd never know how to say it, there're never words for that. And he thinks about being with her and he thinks about how things have changed, and he smiles at her all twisted.
"Bitter, are we, Cid's girl?"
And it's not what he means to say at all but it's the only thing his cleverclever mind can come up with, and he wishes to be anywhere but there, shot and bleeding on the highroad even, because after everything he just can't say. It'd be simple enough, the words, I love you or no words, a kiss, but he can't do it.
And she's there, all speechless-angry and it's like he shot her so he's not sure what to do, except he grabs her shoulders -- thinthin shoulders, thinthin girl, thinner than she used to be and all grown up now -- and wipes away his smile, holding her tight by just her shoulders.
"I'm sorry," he says, and he means it but he's not sure exactly which part of it he means it about.
And he turns and runs away from her, and it occurs to him he's been running for a long time already.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: He always runs. Response to cupcakemonster's Crying on the Inside.
She calls him a bastard and he's all heartstricken because he knows now, yeah, he knows now what it's like to miss and want. He's missed her, happyhappy smiles and bounce and games, but he'd never know how to say it, there're never words for that. And he thinks about being with her and he thinks about how things have changed, and he smiles at her all twisted.
"Bitter, are we, Cid's girl?"
And it's not what he means to say at all but it's the only thing his cleverclever mind can come up with, and he wishes to be anywhere but there, shot and bleeding on the highroad even, because after everything he just can't say. It'd be simple enough, the words, I love you or no words, a kiss, but he can't do it.
And she's there, all speechless-angry and it's like he shot her so he's not sure what to do, except he grabs her shoulders -- thinthin shoulders, thinthin girl, thinner than she used to be and all grown up now -- and wipes away his smile, holding her tight by just her shoulders.
"I'm sorry," he says, and he means it but he's not sure exactly which part of it he means it about.
And he turns and runs away from her, and it occurs to him he's been running for a long time already.