So Good For Me

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I'm falling for someone I normally wouldn't... but I like the feeling of this... you seem so good for me...

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Diary, I think I've lost what little sanity I had left after the war. In fact, I know I lost it. It was a slow decent into madness. It all started the day he returned. The day he re-entered all of our lives, throwing us for a loop and pushing me back into me hell. I couldn't understand why they would give him a second chance. He didn't deserve one. He didn't deserve anything but Squall's sword through his gut. I could even feel the cold steel under my palm and the whispered goodbye as I watched him bleed to death inside my mind. I know this is gruesome, diary, but he ruined all our lives. He destroyed mine. All the constant worrying I went through for him and what for? So he could become the lap dog of her. Of the one woman we are trained to destroy.

Fulfilled his romantic dream, did he?

The last battle we had with him, I wished, was the last time we saw him.

Yet, here he is… a fading image of what he used to be… but quickly regaining old, tattered pride.

I think, diary, I'm falling for him.

And I don't know what to do.

How can I ever love the one man who nearly sent the world spiraling into darkness and came close to killing me and my friends? What kind of love is that?

Surely not the healthy kind.

Diary, I need help.

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A cool wind rushed past the balcony, scented with moonlight and ocean spray. Quistis tilted her head back inhaling the relaxing mist. The stars shone brightly above. Brighter, she thought, than ever before.

Stars, I need your guidance tonight. What can I do with Seifer-

Quistis quickly stopped her worthless wishing. What was Quistis Trepe most reasonable of the entire Orphanage group doing wishing upon a star? Wishing for a lost cause.

Seifer, she knew, was one of those people who just wanted the one night stands. No strings, no attachments just sweat, skin on skin and the rumpled bed sheets. Gone by morning.

And what did she want? She didn't know. She never knew. It was always strict to the book, no love, just ice. She lived for fight, the training, the mission. That was her life and that, she though with a resigned sigh, was all it would ever be.

It was who she was.

The warrior, the instructor, the teacher…

She was forever bound to the stereotype.

Perhaps that was for the best.

Quistis turned around, pushing the button to open the door leading into the training center.

Seifer Almasy, the man of her thoughts, ran straight into her.

Perhaps fate had another option?