Love is a song of peace and comfort
it sings in our minds forever
like a memory that will never fade away
Love is the sun
it shines down upon those darkened by the cloud
never will the cloud rain down to bring us sadness
Love is a broom
it sweeps away the dust of pain and sorrow
never will the bunnies go astray in our hearts
Love is a shadow
it follows us around whenever there is light
never will it disappear from our path
Love are two roads
it can belong to either the past or the future
never will it ever be a one way street
No matter what love is
it will always embrace us with its arms
it tucks us away safely from the grasping hands
that traps us in loneliness
Could it be that love conquers all?
By: Me!
Note: That was just a poem by me, a poetry on love. I wrote this to emphasize that love will never disappear no matter how much you try to avoid it. You may say that love doesn't exist, but it does. It can either be a love for someone or something. You may say that love is nothing more than a feeling, but it's more than that. That is what I'm going to write to you guys today. Final Fantasy 8 is mostly about romance and most people felt that the romance between Squall and Rinoa was pretty fast (I'm guilty of thinking about that too). I'm going to write a story about the love that not only what these two have, but also the love lives of the other people of Balamb Garden.
WARNING: This is a Squall/Rinoa, Quistis/Seifer, Zell/Selphie, Irvine/some made up girl, Cid/Edea, Fujiin/Raijin, Nida/Xu and yes Ultimaecia may have a loved one too in the future before she became a bad person. Enjoy!
First chapter: We'll start off with my favourite couple! Read and you'll know who I'm talking about.
Beating Hearts
Chapter 1 - Rainfall
A handful of wet, golden hair fell upon her shoulders. Silk touched the bare skin of her back as she wrapped the belt around her naked waist. Rain tapped on the rooftop like a carpenter banging the hammer on nails. The window stayed closed and a small hand creeped underneath to move the curtains open. Blue eyes scanned the area of wet grass and adjacent rain as it is blown by the cold wind. Only darkness does she see in this lonely world, like everyone had died and only her lived. A small puddle was visible below and she could see her heart drowning in the waters.
She hasn't spoken to anyone for six weeks (not in the sense of being herself), afraid of what they will think of her of what she has become. She no longer placed a smile on her face, nor has she stayed anymore as a teenager. She felt like an adult, mothering the children as Edea mothered the orphans she knew as her friends. A soft sigh escaped her lips.
'When will my sorrow end?' she thought, sitting down on her floral bed. She let her body fall on the soft mattress and allowed herself to close her eyes. A single tear escaped her soaked, sorrowful face and let sleep take over her punished form.
****************
Wet and tired feet splashed unto the muddy ground. Water spewed from every direction and a single form appeared from behind the trees. Rain soaked his disheveled hair, that was once bright and golden in colour. His features, no longer gleaming in arrogance and pride, were ransacked with pain and suffering. New blood ran down his torn hips, one of which struck by the resentment of towns he passed by. They knew him, so they attacked.
He searched for a form of life ahead of him, but no sound of crunching feet, nor the whispers amongst the grass were seen by his tired eyes. He limped carelessly towards the little drops of light casted down by the street lamps by the front gate, only to have his feet sunk by the dier feeling of the earth. He fell face forward unto the faceless soil and soon his face was masked with the sulking dirt.
The rain poured endlessly unto him, disindegrating the smirk that played on his lips, the trademark that he was known for. It was replaced with a grim expression, no longer feeling nor knowing what his dream was meant to be. He was left with many questions in his mind and no answers to respond to them.
Finally, unable to find the strenght, he moved himself apart from the rain and laid himself by the nearest shelter he could find. A lonesome tree. Like him, it had no other means of being alive. Yet, it stayed there, living in many seasons, facing the isolation from other trees that no longer existed in the land. 'I guess it's just you and me,' he stated in his mind, contemplating the solitary tree. His eyes stared straight ahead, watching and waiting for the rain to subside.
Soon, morning will come.
****************
Her eyes fluttered open. Somehow, she felt someone's pain. She felt someone's fear. Yet, she can't quite put the sense of how it was possible, why it was possible and who it was that showed fear in that someone's heart. She rose from her bed, looking around for the source of that feeling, however it wasn't in her room. Nor was it inside the quiet building, neither it be the people entombed within the walls.
She wrapped her robe securely around her and once again peeked out of the window. The rain had not stopped. It still poured menacingly, enabling anyone to see the bright moon from beyond.
Her whole body and mind only dozed off for a couple of minutes. She felt a shiver run down her spine. Teeth chattered and hair stood on end. She found herself in fear of that someone. She could not understand why it was so.
Suddenly, she heard a soft tap on the door. Glancing at her watch, she furrowed her eyebrows and wondered who could be knocking on her door at this late of an hour. She heard the person's hollow voice on the other side of the door, yet she hesitated to answer it.
"Instructor Trepe?" the soft voice spoke.
Sighing, Quistis closed the curtains and strolled towards the door. Grasping a small hand on the cold metal, she twisted the door open, revealing a small boy about the age of ten. His eyes showed fear and contentment. His dark hair, as if waken up from a dream were slanted on different directions, not allowing itself to fall flat on the boy's head.
She kneeled down at his eye level, placing a hand on his shoulder and met the boy's green eyes. Green eyes that seemed so familiar to her.
The boy took a moment to gasp for air. She could tell he had ran all the way to her room just to let her know of the urgent news. "I saw someone, Instructor," he replied quietly.
Quistis looked at him, searching his eyes to see if the boy was telling the truth. He didn't blink, nor did he hesitate to tell her. This showed that the boy, in fact, saw someone. "Who is this someone?"
Without her permission, the boy ran inside, took his place by the window and opened the curtains as wide as it could go. He waited until Quistis stood by his side and pointed outside the graved plains. Quistis followed his finger and saw, just far away from the mobile Garden, a lone figure. His face, covered by the massacre of the rain, looked peaceful, but within, she could tell that the wandering traveler was printed with pain and rejection.
She squinted her eyes, wanting to find out who it was before she thought about walking out into the devastation caused by the rain and help out this stranger. His hair was too dark to see, so she looked for the closest place that could mark him as friend or foe. She knew then, who he was. Quistis stared into the emblem marked on his right arm. The mark of a red cross. Hyperion.
"Seifer..." she whispered.
The boy looked up, puzzled. Quistis glanced down on the small boy and nodded, thanking him silently for telling her. The boy nodded back and without hesitation, left the room, leaving Quistis to ponder whether she should tell the SeeDs and Cid or take him in herself. She knew the SeeDs can never welcome him with open arms. She knew, because she is one. But she kept these questions neatly in her head, finally deciding for herself. There was no point in leaving him alone. Enemy or not, Seifer Almasy needed medical attention.
Unwrapping her robe quickly, she dressed herself in a more suitable fashion. Grey sweatpants and sweatshirt were comfortable and dirty running shoes were more than enough to be used until it worn out. She no longer needed the tanned footwear. She desparately needs a new one.
Putting the hood on her head, Quistis Trepe, daring to face the wrath of mother nature, walked down the hallway quietly and stepped out into the rain. She took small steps towards the front gate, hoping that the guard was sleeping and when her eyes saw that it was true, she slowly stepped over the metal bars and continued her journey. That was the simple step, now she has to face the front gates that blocked her way towards the restless form of the arrogant blond.
With her magic, she cast float on herself and flew atop the gate, with the help of the wind from nature and the wind from her magic to lift her up. With ease, she landed on the ground expertly and ran towards the sleeping man, with his head downcast and his chin touching his chest, covered with his grey trenchcoat.
'Don't be dead, Seifer, don't be dead,' she thought. True, she wanted him dead before, but she was no monster. She had a choice of leaving him dead from the cold and preferrably from bleeding, however, Quistis Trepe was no killer herself. She believed in redemption, but can it really happen in Seifer? That was her one doubt about him. Most people thought that people like Seifer didn't deserve that kind of forgiveness, but what about Edea? Isn't she judged by the same crime as he? Why was it so easy to forgive her? Yes, she was Matron, the woman who took care of them, but Seifer was also Seifer, the little boy whom they grew up with in the orphanage.
Quistis ran as fast as she could, panting by the time she reached him. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of him. His whole body were filled with blood. A gloved hand was clutched over his right hip. She could see blood dripping from underneath. His clothes were torn from head to toe, but not enough to see how bruised his body was.
She kneeled down at his eye level, placing a hand by his neck to see if there was any pulse. There was none. Fear struck Quistis like lightning and there was no time to lose. She had to get him out quickly and treat his wound as soon as possible. She kneeled to his side, removed one arm that was resting on the floor and wrapped it around her neck. Then, with one strong force, she pushed herself and him up from the ground into a standing position. Seifer was heavy for her, but she was strong as well. She wasn't weak. With one slow move, struggling to get her footing, Quistis finally took her first step. It was going to take longer to do this, but she'll manage.
Why she bothered to help out the worst enemy of Garden, she may never understand. Maybe it was because she felt sorry for him, or maybe because she needed another reason to show herself that she was not a failure as a teacher. Maybe she needed to show Seifer that she was not a mediocre.
Note: Hey, i hope you guys like this one! Please r/r! Thanx! Next will be another couple! Stay tuned!
it sings in our minds forever
like a memory that will never fade away
Love is the sun
it shines down upon those darkened by the cloud
never will the cloud rain down to bring us sadness
Love is a broom
it sweeps away the dust of pain and sorrow
never will the bunnies go astray in our hearts
Love is a shadow
it follows us around whenever there is light
never will it disappear from our path
Love are two roads
it can belong to either the past or the future
never will it ever be a one way street
No matter what love is
it will always embrace us with its arms
it tucks us away safely from the grasping hands
that traps us in loneliness
Could it be that love conquers all?
By: Me!
Note: That was just a poem by me, a poetry on love. I wrote this to emphasize that love will never disappear no matter how much you try to avoid it. You may say that love doesn't exist, but it does. It can either be a love for someone or something. You may say that love is nothing more than a feeling, but it's more than that. That is what I'm going to write to you guys today. Final Fantasy 8 is mostly about romance and most people felt that the romance between Squall and Rinoa was pretty fast (I'm guilty of thinking about that too). I'm going to write a story about the love that not only what these two have, but also the love lives of the other people of Balamb Garden.
WARNING: This is a Squall/Rinoa, Quistis/Seifer, Zell/Selphie, Irvine/some made up girl, Cid/Edea, Fujiin/Raijin, Nida/Xu and yes Ultimaecia may have a loved one too in the future before she became a bad person. Enjoy!
First chapter: We'll start off with my favourite couple! Read and you'll know who I'm talking about.
Beating Hearts
Chapter 1 - Rainfall
A handful of wet, golden hair fell upon her shoulders. Silk touched the bare skin of her back as she wrapped the belt around her naked waist. Rain tapped on the rooftop like a carpenter banging the hammer on nails. The window stayed closed and a small hand creeped underneath to move the curtains open. Blue eyes scanned the area of wet grass and adjacent rain as it is blown by the cold wind. Only darkness does she see in this lonely world, like everyone had died and only her lived. A small puddle was visible below and she could see her heart drowning in the waters.
She hasn't spoken to anyone for six weeks (not in the sense of being herself), afraid of what they will think of her of what she has become. She no longer placed a smile on her face, nor has she stayed anymore as a teenager. She felt like an adult, mothering the children as Edea mothered the orphans she knew as her friends. A soft sigh escaped her lips.
'When will my sorrow end?' she thought, sitting down on her floral bed. She let her body fall on the soft mattress and allowed herself to close her eyes. A single tear escaped her soaked, sorrowful face and let sleep take over her punished form.
****************
Wet and tired feet splashed unto the muddy ground. Water spewed from every direction and a single form appeared from behind the trees. Rain soaked his disheveled hair, that was once bright and golden in colour. His features, no longer gleaming in arrogance and pride, were ransacked with pain and suffering. New blood ran down his torn hips, one of which struck by the resentment of towns he passed by. They knew him, so they attacked.
He searched for a form of life ahead of him, but no sound of crunching feet, nor the whispers amongst the grass were seen by his tired eyes. He limped carelessly towards the little drops of light casted down by the street lamps by the front gate, only to have his feet sunk by the dier feeling of the earth. He fell face forward unto the faceless soil and soon his face was masked with the sulking dirt.
The rain poured endlessly unto him, disindegrating the smirk that played on his lips, the trademark that he was known for. It was replaced with a grim expression, no longer feeling nor knowing what his dream was meant to be. He was left with many questions in his mind and no answers to respond to them.
Finally, unable to find the strenght, he moved himself apart from the rain and laid himself by the nearest shelter he could find. A lonesome tree. Like him, it had no other means of being alive. Yet, it stayed there, living in many seasons, facing the isolation from other trees that no longer existed in the land. 'I guess it's just you and me,' he stated in his mind, contemplating the solitary tree. His eyes stared straight ahead, watching and waiting for the rain to subside.
Soon, morning will come.
****************
Her eyes fluttered open. Somehow, she felt someone's pain. She felt someone's fear. Yet, she can't quite put the sense of how it was possible, why it was possible and who it was that showed fear in that someone's heart. She rose from her bed, looking around for the source of that feeling, however it wasn't in her room. Nor was it inside the quiet building, neither it be the people entombed within the walls.
She wrapped her robe securely around her and once again peeked out of the window. The rain had not stopped. It still poured menacingly, enabling anyone to see the bright moon from beyond.
Her whole body and mind only dozed off for a couple of minutes. She felt a shiver run down her spine. Teeth chattered and hair stood on end. She found herself in fear of that someone. She could not understand why it was so.
Suddenly, she heard a soft tap on the door. Glancing at her watch, she furrowed her eyebrows and wondered who could be knocking on her door at this late of an hour. She heard the person's hollow voice on the other side of the door, yet she hesitated to answer it.
"Instructor Trepe?" the soft voice spoke.
Sighing, Quistis closed the curtains and strolled towards the door. Grasping a small hand on the cold metal, she twisted the door open, revealing a small boy about the age of ten. His eyes showed fear and contentment. His dark hair, as if waken up from a dream were slanted on different directions, not allowing itself to fall flat on the boy's head.
She kneeled down at his eye level, placing a hand on his shoulder and met the boy's green eyes. Green eyes that seemed so familiar to her.
The boy took a moment to gasp for air. She could tell he had ran all the way to her room just to let her know of the urgent news. "I saw someone, Instructor," he replied quietly.
Quistis looked at him, searching his eyes to see if the boy was telling the truth. He didn't blink, nor did he hesitate to tell her. This showed that the boy, in fact, saw someone. "Who is this someone?"
Without her permission, the boy ran inside, took his place by the window and opened the curtains as wide as it could go. He waited until Quistis stood by his side and pointed outside the graved plains. Quistis followed his finger and saw, just far away from the mobile Garden, a lone figure. His face, covered by the massacre of the rain, looked peaceful, but within, she could tell that the wandering traveler was printed with pain and rejection.
She squinted her eyes, wanting to find out who it was before she thought about walking out into the devastation caused by the rain and help out this stranger. His hair was too dark to see, so she looked for the closest place that could mark him as friend or foe. She knew then, who he was. Quistis stared into the emblem marked on his right arm. The mark of a red cross. Hyperion.
"Seifer..." she whispered.
The boy looked up, puzzled. Quistis glanced down on the small boy and nodded, thanking him silently for telling her. The boy nodded back and without hesitation, left the room, leaving Quistis to ponder whether she should tell the SeeDs and Cid or take him in herself. She knew the SeeDs can never welcome him with open arms. She knew, because she is one. But she kept these questions neatly in her head, finally deciding for herself. There was no point in leaving him alone. Enemy or not, Seifer Almasy needed medical attention.
Unwrapping her robe quickly, she dressed herself in a more suitable fashion. Grey sweatpants and sweatshirt were comfortable and dirty running shoes were more than enough to be used until it worn out. She no longer needed the tanned footwear. She desparately needs a new one.
Putting the hood on her head, Quistis Trepe, daring to face the wrath of mother nature, walked down the hallway quietly and stepped out into the rain. She took small steps towards the front gate, hoping that the guard was sleeping and when her eyes saw that it was true, she slowly stepped over the metal bars and continued her journey. That was the simple step, now she has to face the front gates that blocked her way towards the restless form of the arrogant blond.
With her magic, she cast float on herself and flew atop the gate, with the help of the wind from nature and the wind from her magic to lift her up. With ease, she landed on the ground expertly and ran towards the sleeping man, with his head downcast and his chin touching his chest, covered with his grey trenchcoat.
'Don't be dead, Seifer, don't be dead,' she thought. True, she wanted him dead before, but she was no monster. She had a choice of leaving him dead from the cold and preferrably from bleeding, however, Quistis Trepe was no killer herself. She believed in redemption, but can it really happen in Seifer? That was her one doubt about him. Most people thought that people like Seifer didn't deserve that kind of forgiveness, but what about Edea? Isn't she judged by the same crime as he? Why was it so easy to forgive her? Yes, she was Matron, the woman who took care of them, but Seifer was also Seifer, the little boy whom they grew up with in the orphanage.
Quistis ran as fast as she could, panting by the time she reached him. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of him. His whole body were filled with blood. A gloved hand was clutched over his right hip. She could see blood dripping from underneath. His clothes were torn from head to toe, but not enough to see how bruised his body was.
She kneeled down at his eye level, placing a hand by his neck to see if there was any pulse. There was none. Fear struck Quistis like lightning and there was no time to lose. She had to get him out quickly and treat his wound as soon as possible. She kneeled to his side, removed one arm that was resting on the floor and wrapped it around her neck. Then, with one strong force, she pushed herself and him up from the ground into a standing position. Seifer was heavy for her, but she was strong as well. She wasn't weak. With one slow move, struggling to get her footing, Quistis finally took her first step. It was going to take longer to do this, but she'll manage.
Why she bothered to help out the worst enemy of Garden, she may never understand. Maybe it was because she felt sorry for him, or maybe because she needed another reason to show herself that she was not a failure as a teacher. Maybe she needed to show Seifer that she was not a mediocre.
Note: Hey, i hope you guys like this one! Please r/r! Thanx! Next will be another couple! Stay tuned!