She couldn't help but stare in wonder. Bliss, even. Better than ecstasy untainted. It was something that couldn't be described. Lush, green land surrounded her, the grass clipped perfectly, and it was greener than her beautiful emerald eyes. It shimmered with dew from the chilly morning, and it tickled her toes, which were bare.
The sun peaked over the mountain, stretching a shimmer upon the dew, making the land glow, as if shooting stars surrounded her. If only he could be here. She laughed. She remembered that time. It was the coldest winter that she had ever lived through. The snowflakes trembled in the cold, and nothing was safe from the frosty touch of crystals. She remembered she had gotten lost outside, and found this place. Than, she nearly froze to death from the cold. He found her in time, thankfully. He took off his jacket, almost suffering the same fate. If she hadn't taken off her shirt, crawled into his, and wrapped their jackets around them, they would have died. The blush on his face when he saw her slipping out of that shirt was darker than black.
But the blush was gone, as was his musky, melted snow smell. She missed him dearly. She wanted him back, but hey, dreams don't come true. She could only lay down in the dew, and close her eyes... Close them, and hope for a dream... What kind of dream, she didn't know. She'd never know. A dream that would keep her memory fresh, that would make her cry and smile at the same time. Anything to let her remember him.
She wondered if he was happy after death, wondered if he didn't mind dying for her. She couldn't think of any other reasoning to say he didn't. After all, he died with that little smirk on his face... The one she and her friend hated so much. She let out a soft laugh. She remembered at how her friend and her boyfriend would always argue about that little smirk. It was mocking, of course, but they always looked so serious about it. She guessed it was just one of those odd little things that they liked to point out and laugh about.
She could remember. She would never forget him. Her best friend. Her absolute best friend, the one she trusted more than herself. He would wait here for her, always wait here. He couldn't leave. When it rained, he would stand with his hand out, waiting for her. When it was pitch black, he would press his hand to her back, guiding her through the terrifying woods. He would be there. Be there, and never leave.
She could dream. Dream he could hold her again, brush her cheek lightly, smile at her. He may have been a ghost, but she damn well loved him. Did he love her? Did he miss her? She didn't know. She would never know. The love they had was friendly, but she wanted more. So much more. It was that thought that had gotten him taken away. But why? She could ponder on this for eternity.
She didn't realize she was crying. She didn't notice the way the wind blew. She didn't notice anything now. She could only notice him in her memory.
"Rikku..." She thought she heard something faintly. It was nothing, she knew this for fact. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to stop the tears. She couldn't cry. She didn't want to. She didn't need to. She felt something near her - on top of her.
"Rikku! Rikku, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" She felt hands cover her face. They were rough, but very gentle. They were wiping something away, something on her cheeks. She pushed them away, but they returned. Her voice rang out, choked and raspy, but still held the light chime of bells.
"What do you want!? Go away!" The stranger gave her a confused and upset look. He leaned down, and buried his face into her neck. She was startled. No one touched her neck, ever.
It than hit her, and this showed as she opened her eyes, and widened them greatly upon seeing tufts of black and white hair.
"Hidanshi....!" The stranger known as Hidanshi smiled in relief.
"Rikku... I'm so glad you remembered...." She smiled this time, his favorite smile, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She let her actions go before she thought. She kissed him. She had held it in for too long, and this was the result. He returned it without hesitation.
And then she opened her eyes.
She was alone, laying on the dewy grass. Alone....
It seemed that only in dreams could she ever be happy again.