Dance to Infinity
Since I don't want to get many flames, I'm going to say right now that this fiction may say that Quistis loves Squall, but it can be taken either way- as a brother or as a boyfriend. I know this is short, but I just wrote this on in instinct. I will write longer ones later, I promise. This one goes out to Jen-Jen (again if I already did, but I'm way too lazy to go back and look) for really inspiring me with her letter that she sent me. I really appreciate reviews and letters. The usual disclaimers apply as always.
10-10-03- I'm re-loading some of my stories which had problems, this being one. Hope you enjoy!
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My footsteps echo down the empty halls.
It has never bothered me, being alone like this. But then again, I've never really experienced having real friends or even family to be with. I've never actually 'hung out' like all the others I see every day, such as my fellow instructors and my students. I've never gone somewhere to 'meet up' with others. I guess… I guess that it really doesn't matter to me. It never has, but yet… then why am I going to the party? To see him? He will not care. I know that. That's why I'm surprised that I'm still going tonight.
Even if I'm not an instructor any longer.
I entered the party room with remorse. The room fills with song, laughs pierce the air, voices ring out loud, and dance steps clank out loud. People look so happy that they could burst out.
I hate it all.
'Quistis, I'm afraid to tell you this, but I must revoke your instructors license. I'm sorry about all this, Quistis, but you are becoming way to emotionally unstable.'
The last song ends, and I stand from my seat. Another slower song strikes up, and I look around. I expect Squall to be outside on the highest balcony, staring off to space, just like in class or in all of his life, yet… he is standing alone. Against all instincts and smarts that came to me, I walked over to him. I would only ask for a single dance, and I will explain everything to him. Perhaps then he will except me.
Yet someone else is standing with him.
'Quistis, if you weren't so much of a loner and so recluse, you would have the perfect life. You should try it sometime- we would all be extremely jealous.'
That person, that… girl… was now pulling on his hands, taking him out to the floor. My eyes sting with tears, and my body begins to shake. She dances awkwardly with him, bumping into many important people. I laugh cruelly, hoping that she will think of him as a clumsy oaf and leave him in the dust.
For me to nab.
'Instructor, I'm not like those Trepies out there. I'm not interested.'
I know that he doesn't care. He makes it so obvious that everyone can tell, including those that I am against in the race of life. But I do love him, and I'm not afraid to admit it. I could yell it out loud, before everyone, even Seifer, but it may have hurt Squall in more ways than one. And I would never, ever, ever hurt him.
As I look back on that night, I feel like crying. That was the night I lost my license, lost my dignity, and almost lost Squall. Now, as I look back, I realize that I did love him. Maybe not as a lover, but maybe…
Just maybe.
