Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, or any of the characters. What I do own, is this story.Mute
By Joydrop.2O
The only reason I spend my time in these hallways is to be reminded that there is someone unfeigned, and honest left in this unjust cradle of humanity. Of course, I have to hide my reasons from everyone else. I have to pretend I don't notice how she shines brightly in this Garden filled with altered, manufactured beings.
Her lips curve upwards, as she greets everyone passing by, everyone...except me. She holds onto her paperwork, as if they are small children, depending on her to take care of them. Although it's a rather huge stack, she has no problem holding onto them. Making it through the crowd of people easily, she always comes out unharmed, like a newborn, her eyes light up when she emerges from the clutches of everyone's hands. I wonder, what's it like to be her for a day?
The only thing worth waking up for.
She walked down the Garden hallways calmly, and gracefully. Beauty has never been this close to me. Does she notice that my breathing becomes scarce when she walks past me? Does she hear all the little hairs on my body rise, from the breeze she always leaves me standing in? Can she tell that I'm slowly dying, each time she looks at me, and turns her head away?
Can I wonder why I'm here?
Is it obvious that I turn and watch her walk away, now knowing that it takes her only 16 steps to fall from my world?
She's walking back to me.
"Oh yeah Seifer, I forgot to tell you that there's going to be a field exam next week, I hope you're prepared for it."
I want to say something back to her, but what is there to say? Instead, I just smile and nod. She can't see that the words from her mouth flow around me, like silk. They confine me, and I can no longer hear the voices of those avoiding me. Her eyes study mine, stained blue. Her pale, flawless skin makes me want to look away. The blonde hair framing her face was enough to make anyone self-conscious. What's it like to touch her? To spend a day with her? What would she say to me, if I told her everything I thought? What would anyone say if I told them what I thought?
"Great, well...see you next week." She turns, and walks away. Her boots clunking on the ground.
Without thinking, I reach out and grab her arm. Surprised, she faces me.
What am I doing?
"I uh--I just...well, is the field exam going to be...hard?"
She chuckles.
"It always seems to be hard for you Seifer."
Releasing my fingers from her, I can now see that radiance is looking down on me, and why not? I am Seifer Almasy after all. Why would things finally work out for me now? The only thing left is to let out a cocky, shrewd comeback, as if reminding her that I could care less that she's tearing down the sky and burying me underneath.
Withdrawing to my empty dorm, the smell of metal, and wax greets my nose. I lean against the wall, and bury my face in my hands. I'm behaving like a child. Do I really need to roam the universe with someone? I'm almost positive I can't make it alone.
Sighing, I reach for the tattered rag near by, and once again begin to polish my gunblade. I will always see her tomorrow, but do I really want to? The thought of her finding it so easy to ignore me was almost too much to handle. I suppose I can go on living this way. I'll continue to notice how she always stands out, even when she's hiding. I'll keep telling myself, that's there's another reason why she walked back to me, besides notifying me of the exam. I'll ignore the silent slow knocking going on right now, but hate myself for it later when I notice her handprints on my door.
Notes:
Hello. I had to take a break from "Daystar", so I decided to write this little short story. What'd you think of it? Please read and review! Thanks a lot! ^_^