Warning you might want a box of Kleenexes. Maybe.

I do not own FF VIII


Just earlier this morning I kissed my wife and three daughters good-bye. Selphie had this quirky look on her face. And as usual she slapped my ass and kissed my cheek. The girls giggled and ran into the house.


"Be careful Kinney Poo." Selphie made herself look sincere. "And remember if anything happens that I love you."

"I promice."


Yes, I promised her this morning that I'd be careful, so how can I be lying here in a pool of blood. All alone without her. How can I be dying?


It seems like I'm walking up the path to our house. Our kids running around, giving Selphie her premature gray hair. Our youngest had just learned how to use the camera. So how can I be dying if there right in front of me.


"Irvine!"

Someone's calling my name, but I can't hold on. I'm sorry Selphie. We'll meet someday, I promise. And I mean to keep this promise... Oh God I forgot to tell her I loved her.


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::Cries::