Notes: Don't own Seifer, Quistis, or Dollet. The chapter titles are Lisa Hannigan's lyrics, and the line "Try lying for a change. It's the currency of the world" is from my favorite movie, Closer. That is all.
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i. silent night
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"Quistis," he pleads, grabbing her wrist. "Please, stop."
There they were, in an empty Dollet alley, where the café chatter has long settled to a silence and the only soundtrack to their reunion was the occasional drops of rain on the cobblestone, the streetlights..her cheek. How fitting.
She sighs, defeated, and turns toward the face she's long tried to forget (unsuccessfully.) It's strange, actually seeing him. Touching him. Without the fear of waking up.
"Hello, Instructor."
His old line sends a familiar spark, one she tries to ignore.
A little distant, a little cold. And whose fault is that?
"Seifer," she replies. Flat. Still a little cold. She acts as if this isn't something she's been hoping for, his presence, his voice, any part of him that wasn't the empty room he left behind. He doesn't need to know how much she longed for him all this time.