"You want me," He said, his voice harsh in the cold quiet of the night.
"I did." His reply was short, his voice soft but sharp.
His heart ached. He'd never acted that way before, he'd always let the ends of his sentences trail off, as if uncertain. There was too much conviction in that voice now. And he'd spoken in the past tense... "Did?"
"Did. Do no longer. Whatever." And he turned, and started to walk away. "Goodbye."
"Can't you even say my name, just once?" He asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Seifer." Squall turned to face him. "I don't want you. I don't want any of this. So turn around. Leave Garden. And leave me alone."
His words were so broken, as if he was speaking against his will. "You don't want me to go."
Squall shook his head. "Make no mistake about that, Seifer. I want you to go. What I don't want to do... is kill you."
Seifer couldn't speak. He stood, frozen, and watched Squall walk away. He chuckled softly, bitterly. Too late. "Oh Squall... you just did."