A/N: I wrote this in my AP English class today. All of it. So if it sucks, that's why. I had to look like I was doing something productive. It was an interesting idea, though. Perhaps I'll go back and edit it and make it better later. I don't own FFVIII, though maybe if I did, I would've beaten it by now.
There was just far too much left unsaid for them to continue this way. It wasn't right. She knew she cared for him, maybe was even beginning to love him, but it wasn't right. He was too caught up in his dreams to pay her any attention. It was almost as if she were just there for appearances. An accessory rather than the vital part of him she wished to be.
Even his kisses had begun to feel empty, out of habit rather than out of love. And this positively shook her. Where did all the feeling go? she wondered. Was it my father and his station which brought him to me rather than…me?
Yet when she stood back and looked at it, she wasn't certain at all why she even continued to deal with him. He pushed others around and used them however he pleased. He never bothered controlling his temper or his tongue. Long story short, he was a cocky son-of-a-bitch. But the way he held her when they were alone in the beginning, when he wasn't chased by some dream or expectation of the Garden or his reputation -when he was hers- made her just positively melt from the inside out. And for a while, she was happy. She was perfectly content to just be held for hours, talking or in silence; it didn't matter to her. The joy in his arms around her was perfect. It was when he let go that things changed. He became the person everyone else knew. And all he spoke of was his damned dream. And all those two that followed him like puppies did was encourage him. They agreed with his every word. She was fairly certain they did so because they would have no one else if he were to discard them. So they shared his dream and the ceaseless ramblings that accompanied it. That, and taking every available opportunity to irritate and belittle the silent student who seemed to be his polar opposite. Why he hated him so much she didn't know. Perhaps there was just something between them that one from outside the Garden could never understand, some piece of their past that was beyond her. Something he wasn't telling her.
On further examination, she found that this rather irritated her. Every second sentence out of his mouth was 'knight this' and 'knight that' when he was around the others. He was two different people, one for her, one for them. She hated that. Could he not just be her knight? Be there when she needed him? Just be the person that she alone saw in those quiet hours, all the time? The heart fell within her chest, each beat telling her what she already knew. And a single hot tear made its way down her cheek as she felt the others following.
"I'm so sorry, Seifer," she whispered, rising from her writing table as she folded the letter she had written in the space of her musings. "I'm so sorry…"
A/N: So then, if you liked it, or think I need to edit the heck out of it, please take the time to tell me. Thanks.