"I'm sorry Rinoa, I'm really sorry,"
Two years of my life I've spent with you. I've heard your sweet voice every day, talking to me, joking around with me and telling me that you love me. I watch you as you work ever so hard and I even watched your smile.
Your smile. The greatest attribute you have, apart from your soft kisses.
One smile and you make my world topple over. I want to see you smile every time I see you. I want you to smile at everything. I don't ever want you to frown. You can pout, its fine for me, I mean who could resist your pout?
Then there's your love. The love that you showed me all the years we were together and all the years when I first met you. The dance, where you pulled me and tried your hardest to get my feet moving, you showed me love then. Somebody actually cared for someone like me. That's what you made me feel.
You never gave up in making me feel better. You were my light, shining brighter than anything I've ever seen-helping me get through the darkness of my past.
Why Rinoa? Why?
You promised me remember? Remember that time when I sat alone in my room with the television on, you came inside, gave me a cup of hot, strong coffee-the way I like it and you sat inbetween my legs? I held you tight, too tight that you thought something was wrong?
You asked me these exact words: "Squall, what's bothering you?" Your voice mesmerizing my soul.
I held you tightly and I kissed your shoulder and I told you never to leave me.
"Don't leave me Rinoa… ever…like my sister and my mother… don't ever."
Do you remember what you told me?
First you cupped my face in your hands and gave me a quick kiss before telling me with deep sincerity that you'll never, ever leave me.
"I'll never, ever leave you Squall. Don't ever think that I'll leave you okay?"
You made me pinky promise, no matter how silly I thought it was. I pinky promised though, and though I made a face when I did so, deep inside me, I felt that that pinky promise was the security of your promise.
So how come you broke that promise Rinoa?
How come?
"Come on Squall we got to go, it's pouring already,"
Squall stood in his black formal attire, staring at the epitaph on Rinoa's grave.
Rinoa Heartilly- the world's angel
Passion burnt deep inside Squall. She was his angel, not the world's but his only.
Irvine tugged on his jacket as he held an umbrella above their heads.
"I don't think it's a good idea to place those flowers today, man," he said, "it's pouring and it'll just… you know."
Liquid fell down Squall's face.
Nobody could tell if it was the rain or his tears.
i sat and realised i needed to write something sad.
i hope you liked it! ^^
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