Chapter 1
Everything You Want
Work from a writer who hasn't written in a few months. You think you know rusty? This is it. Review please. .
This fic is basically just a long soap opera. Haha. It's a light, heavy, drama and comedy rolled in one. Enjoy my strange fantasies.
It will get longer as the chapters go by.
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So many tears to cry away, so many hearts that break… So many relationships that are ruined because of time. So many things… things that just had to change…
How did it all start? Or rather, how did it end? It's been only a little over a year since the end of Sorceress Ultemicia and
things couldn't be more different, Quistis Trepe thought to herself.
Life's a bitch. A happy-go-lucky bitch… Nonetheless, it sure causes me a lot of trouble.
She smiled despite her rants. I've been whining a lot lately. If I would actually listen to myself, I wouldn't be able to stand it. It's not my style. But sighing all the time was getting all too tiresome. I don't whine in public, of course, but in private. I only do it to let loose all the heavy feelings I've been carrying.
The spot she was in happened to be a favorite of hers to be in when she's feeling like this. She's been in there since sunrise. Does that say anything about how she was feeling?
She was in the training area. To be more specific, she was in the Black Garden. The Black Garden was an old forgotten place just inside of the training room. Scarcely anyone went there because of a stupid rumor that it was haunted. Personally, she finds that it's a very calm place. It's quiet with only the muffled sounds of people outside. Quistis just remembered it recently. The best part is a place near the edge, where you can see a little of the outside which leads to an abandoned area.
She's been going there a lot lately. Things were changing and she had a lot to think about. Changes are tough, she thought to herself.
"But sometimes they've got to happen." She said aloud, to no one in particular. It's a good thing she was alone otherwise someone might've thought her insane. "And other times, they're just pranks being played on us from hell."
She grabbed at her golden hair, scowling. She had long ago stopped wearing her hair up. Actually, the first day after the battle of Ultemicia, she cut it boldly, to a somewhat medium length. But it had grown since then. Hair meant more to her than it was supposed to. Wearing her hair down had been something of a great sacrifice in her eyes.
Well at least there's one good thing about life. Life goes on. Until it ends, things can go up or they can go down. You could make things right… or screw them up for good.
She sighed. Even though she'd been whining she's still been sighing a lot. Selphie and Rinoa think I should lighten up a little. Go figure. They've adapted to everything pretty good.
I guess I should feel lucky to have them…
Quistis, Rinoa, Zell, Irvine, Squall, Selphie… They've all grown to be excellent friends in less than a year. Or at least, the bestof them have. Strange as it may seem, Quistis and Rinoa have become best friends. And Selphie was close to them too, except she spends the majority of her time with Irvine. Quistis don't usually get along with people like Rinoa and it's surprising how things turn out. Even though they all underwent unexpected feelings, they enjoyed them.
"I am happy." She told herself. "If life wasn't so hard…" She paused then proceeded to laugh, amused with her own thoughts. "Then it wouldn't be so much fun. I wasn't complaining about life. Just the tough stuff that has to accompany it. But it's a package deal… Something I'm willing to welcome.
"Yep. Life would be a bottomless pit of monotonous happiness if it were without the troubles. Being miserable may be the root of everything we detest… But it's also the reason we desire for our happiness to return. I like things the way they are, though I know it could be better. It's just that from time to time… It would be nice to imagine a problem-free, stress-free, carefree world…"
She paused.
"Who wants a life with total happiness? Then happiness would mean nothing. Absolutely nothing." She ranted out loud, knowing perfectly well that no one could hear her, "Sometimes I think love and happiness are just overrated."
I'd rather leave things the way they are now. When my eyes are dry because I have decided to face my doubts and not because I have none. When I create an admirable dream and try to reach it but fail, rather than of living without ever trying. When I am distressed, then celebrate because there is something to be pleased about, instead of being incessantly cheerful with no reason. When my laugh is not enforced and my smile is genuine… even if it isn't there all the time.