Red Violets and Forget-me-nots: Crimson Bracelets
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVIII, including the characters and everything that belongs to them, but the entire story is mine as is the pathetic- attempt-at-writing poem and in regards to the series, the song, Run Away. It sort of sucked that since after elementary school, a person doesn't get Valentines from everyone anymore. So I wrote this fic, in memory of my late friend Claire, who never got a Valentine from any of her boyfriends (only close friends of course), but was still the greatest person in the world. Here is a short song fic series of my fav couple.
It was an odd sight, red violets and red forget-me-nots.
Red violet and red blue. Who would have ever thought? Too much red. Selphie continued to stare at the flowers in front of her, as if they had committed a heinous crime. Of course they did. They did not tell her who brought them there. She crushed one of the violets and proceeded to crushed a forget-me- not, which spewed some sort of dust out at her.
She opened the card to read its contents. Dried rose petals fell to her feet.
Whenever I look into your eyes There's something I can't describe It's so overwhelming And when we touch I just fly away, but then I never felt so close to anyone like this before It's as if I can read your thoughts And I'm in your dreams I can't seem to make any sense of it I'm just in love with you I want to be with you For the rest of my life It's just little things that you do But I can't get enough of you
Selphie sighed as she continues to stare at the. It had been months since she broke up with Irvine, so it could have been him. Squall, Zell, maybe even Seifer. After all, everyone loved 'the Princess'. Her and dear Instructor. They're both perfect. And she was plain happy Selphie, yeah, right. And Squall was the most outgoing person in the world.
She needed answers, and there just happened to be one place she could go to find those answers. Yup, it just happens to be the boys' dormitories.
"Argh!" the young man stepped back when he saw the brunette's face suddenly materialize in the mirror he was looking at. "Messenger girl! Hyne! What the fuck are you doing in here? Are you trying to make me cut myself?" Selphie looked at him intensely as he continued to shave his three day stubble. Short missions were no fun. At least he had them now. He remembered the first day he came back to the Garden, and everyone surprised him by welcoming him back with open arms, especially Rinoa, who had become a SeeD and Selphie since it just wasn't her if she had kicked him out. With that reason he didn't kill her when she decidedly popped up in his room every now and then. And that is why he didn't kill her as she stared at him, or rather his reflection, but something in her gaze crept him out. "What?"
"Would you do that on purpose?" her supposedly small, cute voice asked. There was something hidden in her tone.
"Do what on purpose?
"Cut yourself with the razor." He looked at her by the mirror.
"Only crazy people do that Messenger girl. Really crazy people that can't do anything with their pathetic lives and can only turn to pain to deal with their problems. It's because they're weak."
"Yeah, weak.."
"See, I wouldn't do it, because I'm not weak. You... well, you're considerably weaker then I am, but still you're not that pathetic to do something that crazy. Besides everyone knows you're always so disgustingly cheery."
"... Do you think ... that I am disgustingly cheery?"
"Well yeah. You're always in some other place. If you're in reality... high on life itself... why are you asking me all these questions anyway?"
"Just wondering is all..." With that she left. *Something's not right. I think I'll follow her... after I finish here.* He finished shaving himself and rinsed off the filmy residue of the shaving cream. After drying his face, he ran out of his dorm to find the spunky, young woman. He was surprised that he didn't have to go far. She was at the entrance of her room. He waited for her to in, sure that she was fine, but he noticed her door remained open. He waited again for a moment to see if she was going to close it. She didn't. He decided to investigate. The room was bright yellow, he thought he was going to be blind. She wasn't in the immediate room. He closed the door behind him, quietly. He figured she was in the bathroom, one of the nicest in the Garden that she shared with Rinoa whose room was adjacent to Selphie's. He heard a soft clink in the bathroom, followed by a soft thump. He went in expecting to find Selphie picking up tweezers or something, but instead he saw a razor covered in blood next to blue bracelets and the limp body of the happiest girl in the Garden.
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*I would run away yeah, yeah I could run away in this moment *
Blood. Red. That's all that I ever see. Yellow is the only thing that looked good to it next to green, but that reminds me of Ochus and Malboros. Big and ugly. Either that or black... but honestly, black. I was trying to look happy. Black seems to symbolize the dark. It represents my true self. I can't let that happen, now could I? After all I was trying to look happy. I guess it worked. Everyone is probably thinking, poor Selphie. Poor, little girl. She was always so happy. Well I wasn't. I was never happy, and I'm not now. Crimson. Now you see, that is why I wear my bracelets. Those pretty blue bracelets. When you pulled off the bracelets you reveal the mass of scars that were hidden to the world. How good it had felt to have a secret and be released all in one. I hate you Seifer Almasy. I hate the world.
*I would run away from you I could run away run free*
I think that was an so-so start... R/R, flames welcomed as usual, though I never seem to get them... Oh, wells. As soon as I get five reviews at least, I'll post Chappie two... if I ever get to five reviews, *sigh* these reviews are like Valentines... not this year though! Woo-hoo! Make my Valentine's!
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVIII, including the characters and everything that belongs to them, but the entire story is mine as is the pathetic- attempt-at-writing poem and in regards to the series, the song, Run Away. It sort of sucked that since after elementary school, a person doesn't get Valentines from everyone anymore. So I wrote this fic, in memory of my late friend Claire, who never got a Valentine from any of her boyfriends (only close friends of course), but was still the greatest person in the world. Here is a short song fic series of my fav couple.
It was an odd sight, red violets and red forget-me-nots.
Red violet and red blue. Who would have ever thought? Too much red. Selphie continued to stare at the flowers in front of her, as if they had committed a heinous crime. Of course they did. They did not tell her who brought them there. She crushed one of the violets and proceeded to crushed a forget-me- not, which spewed some sort of dust out at her.
She opened the card to read its contents. Dried rose petals fell to her feet.
Whenever I look into your eyes There's something I can't describe It's so overwhelming And when we touch I just fly away, but then I never felt so close to anyone like this before It's as if I can read your thoughts And I'm in your dreams I can't seem to make any sense of it I'm just in love with you I want to be with you For the rest of my life It's just little things that you do But I can't get enough of you
Selphie sighed as she continues to stare at the. It had been months since she broke up with Irvine, so it could have been him. Squall, Zell, maybe even Seifer. After all, everyone loved 'the Princess'. Her and dear Instructor. They're both perfect. And she was plain happy Selphie, yeah, right. And Squall was the most outgoing person in the world.
She needed answers, and there just happened to be one place she could go to find those answers. Yup, it just happens to be the boys' dormitories.
"Argh!" the young man stepped back when he saw the brunette's face suddenly materialize in the mirror he was looking at. "Messenger girl! Hyne! What the fuck are you doing in here? Are you trying to make me cut myself?" Selphie looked at him intensely as he continued to shave his three day stubble. Short missions were no fun. At least he had them now. He remembered the first day he came back to the Garden, and everyone surprised him by welcoming him back with open arms, especially Rinoa, who had become a SeeD and Selphie since it just wasn't her if she had kicked him out. With that reason he didn't kill her when she decidedly popped up in his room every now and then. And that is why he didn't kill her as she stared at him, or rather his reflection, but something in her gaze crept him out. "What?"
"Would you do that on purpose?" her supposedly small, cute voice asked. There was something hidden in her tone.
"Do what on purpose?
"Cut yourself with the razor." He looked at her by the mirror.
"Only crazy people do that Messenger girl. Really crazy people that can't do anything with their pathetic lives and can only turn to pain to deal with their problems. It's because they're weak."
"Yeah, weak.."
"See, I wouldn't do it, because I'm not weak. You... well, you're considerably weaker then I am, but still you're not that pathetic to do something that crazy. Besides everyone knows you're always so disgustingly cheery."
"... Do you think ... that I am disgustingly cheery?"
"Well yeah. You're always in some other place. If you're in reality... high on life itself... why are you asking me all these questions anyway?"
"Just wondering is all..." With that she left. *Something's not right. I think I'll follow her... after I finish here.* He finished shaving himself and rinsed off the filmy residue of the shaving cream. After drying his face, he ran out of his dorm to find the spunky, young woman. He was surprised that he didn't have to go far. She was at the entrance of her room. He waited for her to in, sure that she was fine, but he noticed her door remained open. He waited again for a moment to see if she was going to close it. She didn't. He decided to investigate. The room was bright yellow, he thought he was going to be blind. She wasn't in the immediate room. He closed the door behind him, quietly. He figured she was in the bathroom, one of the nicest in the Garden that she shared with Rinoa whose room was adjacent to Selphie's. He heard a soft clink in the bathroom, followed by a soft thump. He went in expecting to find Selphie picking up tweezers or something, but instead he saw a razor covered in blood next to blue bracelets and the limp body of the happiest girl in the Garden.
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*I would run away yeah, yeah I could run away in this moment *
Blood. Red. That's all that I ever see. Yellow is the only thing that looked good to it next to green, but that reminds me of Ochus and Malboros. Big and ugly. Either that or black... but honestly, black. I was trying to look happy. Black seems to symbolize the dark. It represents my true self. I can't let that happen, now could I? After all I was trying to look happy. I guess it worked. Everyone is probably thinking, poor Selphie. Poor, little girl. She was always so happy. Well I wasn't. I was never happy, and I'm not now. Crimson. Now you see, that is why I wear my bracelets. Those pretty blue bracelets. When you pulled off the bracelets you reveal the mass of scars that were hidden to the world. How good it had felt to have a secret and be released all in one. I hate you Seifer Almasy. I hate the world.
*I would run away from you I could run away run free*
I think that was an so-so start... R/R, flames welcomed as usual, though I never seem to get them... Oh, wells. As soon as I get five reviews at least, I'll post Chappie two... if I ever get to five reviews, *sigh* these reviews are like Valentines... not this year though! Woo-hoo! Make my Valentine's!