What Cannot Be
A/N: I don't own, Well, I own the game and this plotline, which sucks, like all of my works.
Regal's POV
I breathed deeply in the scent of the morning, smoothly moving my hands from one position to another. Tai Chi is relaxing, body and soul. But only when your thoughts are clear.
No matter what I do, thoughts of her flit in through my mind, like butterflies on a spring day. I try to forget, to remember the pain of what love has done to me, but all I see I see is her tiny smile, her intelligent blue eyes. I shake my head, all concentration for the task at hand lost. I walk over to a quiet stream running nearby, bringing the earth news of the world. I splash some water on my face, the silver liquid cold and refreshing. Glancing back into the brook, I imagine her reflection alongside my own. Our blue eyes matching the sky, her silver hair contrasting beautifully with my own cerulean. Her petite figure wrapped within mine. I splash more water on my face, trying to get these delusions out of my head.
I stand and turn and face Altamira, that city of pleasure and lights that I created. How I loathed to return. To the monotony, the whines of the greedy, the dullness of the masses. I wanted to go someplace where I could just sit and...be at home. Discuss a book or current affairs. Make a dinner for someone. I don't want to be a President anymore. I want to be Regal. Only that. But, I have to march on, living out this life to atone for my sins of the past.
For some things cannot be.
Raine's POV
I'm sitting at my desk. Again. Grading papers. Again. Everyday, the same old thing, like laughing at the same joke. It is enough to drive even the wisest mad.
It doesn't really help that I'm alone in Iselia now. Genis left long ago to help Presea rebuild Ozette. Lloyd and Collette are off in search of the Exspheres. So it's just me. A half-elf in a town full of humans. The outcast among the barely tolerant.
That was the last paper. Thank the Spirits. Anymore and I would die from the conformity. I've grown to detest teaching. After my adventures, a spark was ignited within me. I learned more then than I ever had. Not about the world or history, but about myself. Humans. Half-elves. Life. Those which cannot be taught by books.
I remember him. The remorse he felt, still feels. I tried to help him once, help to ease the pain, but he refused it. I remember the hurt in his eyes, the pain, the suffering. I can understand why he denied my aid. Even though I am a Healer, I cannot heal some wounds. It is a scar he must heal himself. It hurts me, I admit, whenever I see him like that.
I sigh as I stand up, brushing a stray strand of silver hair out of my face. My footsteps make no sound as I leave the schoolhouse and head towards my house. I must have loss track of time, for Shadow was now in the heavens with Luna shining brightly above him. I respond with a curt nod to those who say "hello" to me. How I wish he was here beside me, his strong hands within my own.
But some things can never be.