Disclaimer: I own none of the things which I've written about apart from the folder.
That was mine but I got rid of it because it kept opening for no reason and really
pissed me off. I recommend NOT reading this if you are happy because it's quite
depressing, or if you're already depressed cos it will only make things worse.
The Rose
Another petal fell from the dying rose and landed softly on the mantelpiece where the
vase stood.
She sighed as she watched it fall, allowing the folder on her lap to slip off her knees
and land on the floor. The clip clicked open as it hit and the papers which Quistis had
been arranging for the past hour spilled out onto the floor.
Quistis sighed again, surveying her folder tiredly. She closed her eyes but all she saw
was his back as he walked away from her forever. The rose in the hand of his true
love.
A transfer, Quistis thought, a wave of anger surging through her body. She kicked the
folder furiously, causing the papers to spread themselves further across the floor of
her small and uncomfortably new instructors quarters at Trabia Garden.
After defeating Ultimecia Quistis had been given her instructors license back but then
cruelly transferred to Trabia, tossed aside by Balamb Gardens new headmaster. But
she still loved him.
The rose had been on his desk when he called her in. She thought it was for her. Her
eyes constantly darted to look at the rose as he spoke. She waited for 15 minutes for
him to give it to her. Then he stood and opened the door for her to leave.
In the hall outside his office Rinoa was waiting for him. Quistis remembered the way
his eyes lit up when he saw her and the way she smiled when he handed her the rose
and kissed her so tenderly. Then he turned with Rinoa in his arms and walked into his
office.
That was the last time Quistis saw Squall.
The rose came into her possession by chance. As a symbol of his love, Quistis wasn't
surprised when she saw Rinoa throwing it out with the rubbish two days later, the day
Quistis left for Trabia.
"Even though she will throw you away after a while, I will love you until you die, and
keep you forever." she had whispered as she picked the rose lovingly out of the bin,
brushing pencil shavings off its petals, and took it with her to Trabia. Happy, though
she would never see him again, she knew she would always have his love. A love
given to someone else.
*****
Quistis had time off. The last petal of her rose fell. She caught it before it hit the
mantelpiece, raised it to her face and breathed in it's fading scent. To her it was still
there, still as strong. She brushed the curled edge of the petal with her lips and tucked
it inside her pocket.
She was ready to go.
On her way to the door she paused for a moment by her whip, hanging on the corner
of a chair.
"I won't need you today," she said to it softly, "there's no need to fight today."
She left.
Outside the Garden, Quistis followed her favourite path through the snowy fields to
the warmer, grassier plains to the south, and then into the forest.
In the shade of the trees, Quistis looked out over the fields. Flowers were starting to
bloom again after the cold winter, even more beautifully than last year. She felt as if
she could stay there forever.
"But there's no point in that," she said to herself, trying to sound cheerful. "I was born
for a reason. Ultimecia is dead now, and so is his love." Quistis pulled the petal out of
her pocket, "so, I have no more reason to live."
Quistis smiled at the frail petal in her hand, then closed her hand over it tightly,
holding it to her heart. In her mind she focused on the spell. The final spell she would
cast.
Smiling to herself as a picture of Squall came into focus in her mind, Quistis clasped
the rose petal tighter in her hand. His face faded from her view forever, and Quistis
breathed out slowly, the last breath she would ever take.
by Astramina.
That was mine but I got rid of it because it kept opening for no reason and really
pissed me off. I recommend NOT reading this if you are happy because it's quite
depressing, or if you're already depressed cos it will only make things worse.
The Rose
Another petal fell from the dying rose and landed softly on the mantelpiece where the
vase stood.
She sighed as she watched it fall, allowing the folder on her lap to slip off her knees
and land on the floor. The clip clicked open as it hit and the papers which Quistis had
been arranging for the past hour spilled out onto the floor.
Quistis sighed again, surveying her folder tiredly. She closed her eyes but all she saw
was his back as he walked away from her forever. The rose in the hand of his true
love.
A transfer, Quistis thought, a wave of anger surging through her body. She kicked the
folder furiously, causing the papers to spread themselves further across the floor of
her small and uncomfortably new instructors quarters at Trabia Garden.
After defeating Ultimecia Quistis had been given her instructors license back but then
cruelly transferred to Trabia, tossed aside by Balamb Gardens new headmaster. But
she still loved him.
The rose had been on his desk when he called her in. She thought it was for her. Her
eyes constantly darted to look at the rose as he spoke. She waited for 15 minutes for
him to give it to her. Then he stood and opened the door for her to leave.
In the hall outside his office Rinoa was waiting for him. Quistis remembered the way
his eyes lit up when he saw her and the way she smiled when he handed her the rose
and kissed her so tenderly. Then he turned with Rinoa in his arms and walked into his
office.
That was the last time Quistis saw Squall.
The rose came into her possession by chance. As a symbol of his love, Quistis wasn't
surprised when she saw Rinoa throwing it out with the rubbish two days later, the day
Quistis left for Trabia.
"Even though she will throw you away after a while, I will love you until you die, and
keep you forever." she had whispered as she picked the rose lovingly out of the bin,
brushing pencil shavings off its petals, and took it with her to Trabia. Happy, though
she would never see him again, she knew she would always have his love. A love
given to someone else.
*****
Quistis had time off. The last petal of her rose fell. She caught it before it hit the
mantelpiece, raised it to her face and breathed in it's fading scent. To her it was still
there, still as strong. She brushed the curled edge of the petal with her lips and tucked
it inside her pocket.
She was ready to go.
On her way to the door she paused for a moment by her whip, hanging on the corner
of a chair.
"I won't need you today," she said to it softly, "there's no need to fight today."
She left.
Outside the Garden, Quistis followed her favourite path through the snowy fields to
the warmer, grassier plains to the south, and then into the forest.
In the shade of the trees, Quistis looked out over the fields. Flowers were starting to
bloom again after the cold winter, even more beautifully than last year. She felt as if
she could stay there forever.
"But there's no point in that," she said to herself, trying to sound cheerful. "I was born
for a reason. Ultimecia is dead now, and so is his love." Quistis pulled the petal out of
her pocket, "so, I have no more reason to live."
Quistis smiled at the frail petal in her hand, then closed her hand over it tightly,
holding it to her heart. In her mind she focused on the spell. The final spell she would
cast.
Smiling to herself as a picture of Squall came into focus in her mind, Quistis clasped
the rose petal tighter in her hand. His face faded from her view forever, and Quistis
breathed out slowly, the last breath she would ever take.
by Astramina.