Fear of mine
Summary: Rinoa's nightmare.... Something that never had predicted. Maybe a fear or a lie... That shouldn't come true...
[From Me: Me first fic, kinda weird though.... It's about.... Do you really want to know? Well, just read it if you want to know!]
Wind gushed down the path. Not so much, but just enough to make you feel the air itself. It felt good for her to feel the wind, it was so peaceful and yet... so terrifying. Terrifying because it was just too quiet, too quiet.... No sound.... No movement... No Nothing but just her own breath to echo in her ears. She began to walk, just to make sure it was real. The sound of her own footsteps walking down the path, her feet making contact with the ground. Each step made a *Thug* sound, which got harder and harder as she went further and further.
She didn't know exactly what she was doing, or why she was there or why she was there? But she had a feeling her questions would soon be answered. She didn't know the details to that either but she had a small assurance that she would get some answers. Answers to questions, she didn't even know or asked.
She had stop walking when she had noticed that she was walking into nothing. That this was a never-ending path she was taking. She had not known where it would lead nor if she would be safe. But she took the risk anyway and continued to walk onto... nothing at all...
She had never imagined such a thing. She began to think she was out of her mind... Then, she began to think how in the world she got there. But none of that mattered, what mattered at the moment was how to get out of here... and she wanted out now! She screamed so hard, but nothing came out of her mouth... This couldn't be real she thought... What was this place? And how will I get out of here?
After walking for more over than an hour she then she saw it... Blood... She hadn't known who it belonged to, so she continued to follow the trail, as she followed the blood became thicker and thicker. She had thought that whoever this was he/she would have been... dead.
As she continued to walk she felt her heart beat faster and faster.She was searching for something in no particular and she saw a dark image in the ground. He looked very familiar though, even without seeing his face yet, she felt she knew him. As she put her hand on his face to look who it was the image blurred away. Light came but darkness surpassed it and continued to consume the light to total darkness. As she looked on to pure black, she wished she could off see this stranger with a familiar feel.
She awoke to her bed. With sweat all over her face and nose. "It was all a dream" she mumbled. "But I'm just glad I didn't find out... yet." *The face felt so familiar as if I touched and held it before.* "But I'm just glad I didn't find out... yet." If she did find out she would die on the spot, because she felt it was a familiar face.
Rinoa always had this fear... a fear that should never happen again... That it would shatter reality; as if it would end. It happened before and shouldn't again.
That nightmare, it just showed her the truth... She knew that it was her worst fear... Squall... dead...
Summary: Rinoa's nightmare.... Something that never had predicted. Maybe a fear or a lie... That shouldn't come true...
[From Me: Me first fic, kinda weird though.... It's about.... Do you really want to know? Well, just read it if you want to know!]
Wind gushed down the path. Not so much, but just enough to make you feel the air itself. It felt good for her to feel the wind, it was so peaceful and yet... so terrifying. Terrifying because it was just too quiet, too quiet.... No sound.... No movement... No Nothing but just her own breath to echo in her ears. She began to walk, just to make sure it was real. The sound of her own footsteps walking down the path, her feet making contact with the ground. Each step made a *Thug* sound, which got harder and harder as she went further and further.
She didn't know exactly what she was doing, or why she was there or why she was there? But she had a feeling her questions would soon be answered. She didn't know the details to that either but she had a small assurance that she would get some answers. Answers to questions, she didn't even know or asked.
She had stop walking when she had noticed that she was walking into nothing. That this was a never-ending path she was taking. She had not known where it would lead nor if she would be safe. But she took the risk anyway and continued to walk onto... nothing at all...
She had never imagined such a thing. She began to think she was out of her mind... Then, she began to think how in the world she got there. But none of that mattered, what mattered at the moment was how to get out of here... and she wanted out now! She screamed so hard, but nothing came out of her mouth... This couldn't be real she thought... What was this place? And how will I get out of here?
After walking for more over than an hour she then she saw it... Blood... She hadn't known who it belonged to, so she continued to follow the trail, as she followed the blood became thicker and thicker. She had thought that whoever this was he/she would have been... dead.
As she continued to walk she felt her heart beat faster and faster.She was searching for something in no particular and she saw a dark image in the ground. He looked very familiar though, even without seeing his face yet, she felt she knew him. As she put her hand on his face to look who it was the image blurred away. Light came but darkness surpassed it and continued to consume the light to total darkness. As she looked on to pure black, she wished she could off see this stranger with a familiar feel.
She awoke to her bed. With sweat all over her face and nose. "It was all a dream" she mumbled. "But I'm just glad I didn't find out... yet." *The face felt so familiar as if I touched and held it before.* "But I'm just glad I didn't find out... yet." If she did find out she would die on the spot, because she felt it was a familiar face.
Rinoa always had this fear... a fear that should never happen again... That it would shatter reality; as if it would end. It happened before and shouldn't again.
That nightmare, it just showed her the truth... She knew that it was her worst fear... Squall... dead...