Setting: Post-FFX, Moonflow
Theme + Number: Wounded (5)
Summary: Words hurt more than physical damage.
It didn’t hurt so bad when she was beaten down by fiends, getting cuts on her pretty legs and bruises all over her skinny arms.
She felt as if she was torn to a million pieces when Wakka looked at her angrily, especially that tint of hatred in his eyes. He yelled at her, and she retorted back at him.
She could just see it, the crack that had formed in between them ever since he discovered her heritage and was pissed off to find out he was the only one who didn’t know.
Rikku was sure it didn’t hurt him a single bit, but it hurt her. It stung her and it felt worse than the attacks by the cactus at the desert. She refused to talk to him like they used to before. A distance had grown between them, he seemed too stubborn to fill up the gap, and she was just as stubborn.
She stared him straight in his eyes, leaning close towards him and yelling silently for him or herself to do something about it. His breathing was hasty and his eyes shifted around uneasily. Disappointment was all over her face, and she leaned in closer placing a light kiss on his lips.
She pulled away when he tried to kiss her back.
She had had enough.
The wound was too deep and it took great effort for her to seal it away. In the end, he chose to give up.
And she gave up. She ran off and spent a year away from everyone, hiding in the comfort of her own people and remembering that goodbye kiss. One day it would fade off, and she would have the smile back on her face once more.