Disclaimer - I don't own Final Fantasy VII or VIII. Square Enix does!!!!!!
Two separate worlds. Four separate lives. Yet at the same moment two leave while two stay behind.
"Squall..." her voice was hoarse and thick with tears as she picked up a nearby picture of a smiling couple. The young mans chestnut hair was blowing in the wind, his scar was nearly invisible behind the pieces that had swept across his face. The young woman was smiling. Her raven hair flying out behind her with the same gust of wind, as if she were running. Free. They had been free. She'd been free. A sob racks her body as the picture frame falls from her grasp.
The wind was blowing through his hair as he kicked his bike into the top most gear. The wind would dry his tears, or at the very least hide them from prying eyes. "Prying eyes." he grunted as he swerved at the last minute to miss one of the many boulders that littered the plains around Edge. There were no prying eyes out here, he was alone. As he always was. He really didn't know why he allowed people into his life, they only ever got hurt. Or were killed. The image of two young woman enter his mind, one dressed all in pink with a red half jacket, her hair pulled back into a single twist held in place by a pink bow. The other woman. He cries out as he realizes who exactly the other woman is.
It had been four hours since she'd dropped the photograph and though she knows its not completely shattered, she feels like there's a crack there. Closing her eyes and wrapping the light blue knitted sweater closer around her body the young woman reaches down and picks it up. A startled cry escapes her lips as she notices where the crack is. Directly over her heart. Her raven brows knit together in sadness as she clutches the frame to her chest. "I miss you..." she whispers. A part of her hopes that he'll just walk through the front door, worry etched over his features as he pulls her to his chest telling her he's sorry. That he never left, he was never really killed it was just a mistake. Someone who looked like him, who had the same scar between their steely gray eyes.
"Why..." she sobs dropping to her knees. The wind blows a voice to her ears through the open window in the kitchen. In their kitchen. [i]"Rinoa, I'm sorry."[/i]
"Dilly dally shilly shally" her voice is as he remembers it. Soft and loving, yet filled with humour and her ever growing frustration with him. The young blond expects to be thrown into the usual flower field, surrounded by white light yet it seems he has no such luck today. Tifa was never like that. She smiles at him which causes tears to streak down his cheeks even more. Looking around he sees his way out. There's a cliff not to far and if he just keeps driving as if there's still road he can be with her again.
"Tifa... I'm sorry" he sobs, pressing his bike harder and faster towards his end. A young woman steps out at the edge of cliff, her long brown hair whipping in the wind. Shes dressed all in black and at the last second the young man slams his breaks on and slides sideways, stopping a few inches from the cliffs edge. "Live." her voice whispers in his ear. After a few minutes of contemplating he answers her as best he can. "I will."
A/N - sooo I was bored.. and got this sad idea while I was on the My Sanctuary proboards forum!!