Squall lay on his bed. His legs pulled up tight, folding himself into a ball. Making sure that the sobs of pain and agony were kept in.
His hand slide to the other side of the bed, where she used to lay, when he needed her to. But now she was gone, and the bed was just to big without her, her side felt so cold.
Tears burned into the back of his eyes, as the loneliness overwelmed him.
Rinoa was gone. GONE. Nor a thousand ultimas from a thousand sorcerreses could possiblly hurt him more then the pain he was feeling now.
The tears became to much to be held back, and Squall once more pulled the pillow closer to his stomach as he cried.
"Squall!"
"Rinoa!"
There she was. In space almost in his reach. almost.
He was so happy he'd finally found her.
For so long she had been lost.
"Rinoa take my hand!"
trough her helmet he couldn't see here, shadows had passed over her eyes and he looked pale from so far, even fromthe great distance it was able to bee seen.
"Rin" she wasn't responding. He was afraid she was to paralized to even lift up her hand.
Finally he had her, safe in his arms. Even trough the thick spacesuites the warmth of her welcome was able to be felt. But then...cold.
She felt so cold. She was so stil.
"Rin?" he looked at her, her eyes where shut, her face was pale, and showed no expresion.
He felt panic. "Rinoa.." no response. "Rinoa!" her eyes didn't open to reviel her happiness for being with him. Her mouth didn't open to tell him that what he was fearing was not true.
"Rinoa..." he was to late.
"Rinoa." She was not there when he opend his eyes.
Her side was still empty, still so cold.
Squall had fallen asleep, having that same nightmare over and over again.
'I failled to rescue you, I was to slow, I, I'm so sorry, Rin...please forgive me.'