Together Forever
Disclaimer: Not owning of FFVIII.
Author's notes: Drabble. A lot of it. Not a happy fic. I suppose I was tired of reading happy endings.
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It's over. There was no point in making it go any further than what it was; he no longer wants my company, he no longer cares. That's really the point in all this. But no one said that I'd still be loving him, that I'd find myself making him those stupid little trinkets in the middle of the night, and remember after I've finished that we aren't together. He said he couldn't deal with me anymore, and I'll accept that from him.
It was fun while it lasted, right? No one thought we'd ever pair together; I was too loud, he was too mean. When we broke up, I think Quistis put it best, "Honestly, I'm surprised you made it this far."
We weren't even good enough to make it three months. Why? It wasn't even a fight. It was in bed, and he suddenly stopped and uttered that he couldn't be with me anymore. And I stared at him blankly before walking out, not able to say anything.
I think people are worried. I haven't been out all day, but I'll get better. I have to.
And It's awkward, it's shameful. No one thought we could make it and Seifer isn't helping the issue any, more of an asshole. It hurts. Was I not able to help him? Did I fail him somehow? Or did he think that we needed to see other people, or what? I wish I knew what went wrong.
I see him and all I can feel is anger and hatred for him making me feel this way. I see him and all I can feel is the love that I ever felt for him, and it hurts because he doesn't feel the same, and I wonder if he ever felt the same. I don't think so.
So when he sees me on the missions, it is filled with uncomfortable silence and angry, short responses between the two of us. Even if he throws a curaga my way, it's not like he does it because he still loves me- he does it because he doesn't want to explain my dead body to garden. Right?
I wish I could read his mind. I just hurt all over. I wish I could take back the time we had, so that no one would know and no one else would judge me. But I can't, can I? I have to deal with that stupid smirk and those stupid green eyes and all I can think of is:
Weren't we meant to be together?