Chapter I
The shadow of a young man swept away from the cliff as clouds covered the sun. When he felt the first drop of soft rain he moved for the first time in some minutes. He raised his head and opened his soft, almost sad, blue eyes. The drops slowly start to trail down the fine lines of his face. They started to gather at the end of his chin and soon enough water was gathered for a drop to fall down. Only to be caught in the naked palm of his hand. He clenched his fist around it. As if it was… precious to him. The rain got more and more heavy and soon he opened his hand, the palm gave of a dense feeling. Like when you have been in the bath for too long. His arm relaxed and fell again to his side and he lifted his head. His eyes laid sight on a house with a lighthouse beside it. It almost looked to be in ruins. Something had happened that much you could say. He looked as the others of his 'friends' started to head towards it. He slowly filed his lungs and held his breath for a while before he let the air escape. He turned around, pulled on a glove on his hand and started to head down from the cliff towards the place he had been looking at. As he walked his back straightened his face hardened and his feelings became hidden.
This… the nature of someone left behind. The nature of Squall Leonhart.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the locations characters or such in this fiction. All belongs to Squaresoft. You are not allowed to post this fiction on your website or use it in front of public without my approval of such. To continue to read this fiction means that you have understood this fact.
The shadow of a young man swept away from the cliff as clouds covered the sun. When he felt the first drop of soft rain he moved for the first time in some minutes. He raised his head and opened his soft, almost sad, blue eyes. The drops slowly start to trail down the fine lines of his face. They started to gather at the end of his chin and soon enough water was gathered for a drop to fall down. Only to be caught in the naked palm of his hand. He clenched his fist around it. As if it was… precious to him. The rain got more and more heavy and soon he opened his hand, the palm gave of a dense feeling. Like when you have been in the bath for too long. His arm relaxed and fell again to his side and he lifted his head. His eyes laid sight on a house with a lighthouse beside it. It almost looked to be in ruins. Something had happened that much you could say. He looked as the others of his 'friends' started to head towards it. He slowly filed his lungs and held his breath for a while before he let the air escape. He turned around, pulled on a glove on his hand and started to head down from the cliff towards the place he had been looking at. As he walked his back straightened his face hardened and his feelings became hidden.
This… the nature of someone left behind. The nature of Squall Leonhart.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the locations characters or such in this fiction. All belongs to Squaresoft. You are not allowed to post this fiction on your website or use it in front of public without my approval of such. To continue to read this fiction means that you have understood this fact.