It's Okay To Cry
Seifer Almasy walked slowly through the Balamb streets, trying to pass time. The blue hued town was slowly turning purple as the sun set and it's blood red rays fell upon the buildings there. He reached the pier where, when he was a promising SeeD, he, Squall, Zell and the others had left for and returned from their preliminary Dollet mission three short years ago. He sighed heavily as he remembered his actions when Ultimecia had tried to rule. People had died because of him, but that was no different to killing beasts, was it? Was it? He wanted to beat himself up over it, but there were enough people who would do that for him. Squall Leonhart was one. The grudge was still there and the new Commander had rejected Seifer's apology and application to rejoin Garden. The thing that stung Seifer the most was the fact that his posse, Raijin and his Fujin, had been accepted with open arms and yet their golden God-like leader was left out in the cold. He was lonely, but would he admit that to anyone, would he hell. Everyone was happy, it seemed, apart from him. He had nobody; no Fujin, no Raijin, no girlfriend, no friends. He was lonely as a hermit. He outwardly blamed Squall for his sorrow, but deep down, he knew it'd always been him. Seifer Almasy, the brash, bullying dreamer. Now instead of being a SeeD like he'd wanted, he was working a mundane 9-5 job in Balamb. He hated his job, he hated Balamb, he hated Squall and Zell and the rest, but most of all, he hated himself. Occasionally, Raijin or Fujin would come over and see him in his shamefully small apartment and fill him in on the Garden gossip. Depending on what they told him, he could laugh himself happy over it, or send himself spiralling into despair again. Squall and Rinoa were engaged, Selphie and Irvine were going steady, Xu had Nida, Zell was with that Library girl, and Raijin and Fujin had eachother, as they always had done. Shaking himself free of his depressive thoughts, his dark turquoise eyes fell upon a figure huddled on one of the piers. Her long golden hair reflected the copper light, almost making her seem coated in red blood.
"Trust me to think that", Seifer muttered to himself as he approached her.
She was dressed in a black dress with long red gloves and a chain whip laying curled by her side. Her head was on her knees, and her shoulders were shaking slightly. She was oblivious to Seifer's presence as he walked up to her. Kneeling beside her and laying a hand gently on her shoulder, he spoke,
"Quistis?".
The woman looked up, fresh diamond tears beading in her eyes and slipping down her pale cheeks. She hastily rubbed her eyes, looking ashamed that someone, especially someone regarded as an enemy, THE enemy, had seen her crying.
"Seifer", she replied, trying to regain her composure.
"It's okay to cry Quistis", he told her, taking one of her hands and sitting down next to her.
Quistis smiled a forced smile and laughed lightly. "I don't even know why I'm crying", she said and laughed another mirthless laugh.
Seifer stared at her for a moment, her words sinking in. He watched her, discovering that he was attracted to her. He looked at her; the tranquil beauty of her just existing and breathing.
"Quistis, I know why", he told her.
She turned to face him, a look of surprise on her face.
"It's because you're lonely. Everyone else has someone and you want to feel wanted", Seifer said.
Her body went rigid and her skin prickled as she snapped her head around to face him.
"Seifer Almasy!", she said, getting to her feet. "How could you say that! You think you know me, but you know nothing about me", she raged, more tears falling from her sky-blue eyes.
Seifer hurriedly scrambled to his feet and grabbed her arms.
"Quistis, I...I do know you better than you think", he faltered.
"But Seifer; it's the truth", she said softly, burying her face in his chest. Seifer looked alarmed, not knowing how to cope in situations like this. He chewed his lip nervously and gathered her into a hug. She sobbed quietly into his chest and allowed him to stroke her back awkwardly. They stayed in that position for a few moments longer before Quistis pulled away in alarm.
"It's getting late. I need to be back at Garden. I have to observe the curfew like every other SeeD now", she said bitterly, walking away from him. He frowned in disappointment and sadness.
"Goodnight Quisty", he said softly to her retreating form, but she didn't hear him. He slumped to the floor and rested his head on his hands. A solitary tear slid down his cheek and he laughed hollowly to himself.
"It's okay to cry?".
Seifer Almasy walked slowly through the Balamb streets, trying to pass time. The blue hued town was slowly turning purple as the sun set and it's blood red rays fell upon the buildings there. He reached the pier where, when he was a promising SeeD, he, Squall, Zell and the others had left for and returned from their preliminary Dollet mission three short years ago. He sighed heavily as he remembered his actions when Ultimecia had tried to rule. People had died because of him, but that was no different to killing beasts, was it? Was it? He wanted to beat himself up over it, but there were enough people who would do that for him. Squall Leonhart was one. The grudge was still there and the new Commander had rejected Seifer's apology and application to rejoin Garden. The thing that stung Seifer the most was the fact that his posse, Raijin and his Fujin, had been accepted with open arms and yet their golden God-like leader was left out in the cold. He was lonely, but would he admit that to anyone, would he hell. Everyone was happy, it seemed, apart from him. He had nobody; no Fujin, no Raijin, no girlfriend, no friends. He was lonely as a hermit. He outwardly blamed Squall for his sorrow, but deep down, he knew it'd always been him. Seifer Almasy, the brash, bullying dreamer. Now instead of being a SeeD like he'd wanted, he was working a mundane 9-5 job in Balamb. He hated his job, he hated Balamb, he hated Squall and Zell and the rest, but most of all, he hated himself. Occasionally, Raijin or Fujin would come over and see him in his shamefully small apartment and fill him in on the Garden gossip. Depending on what they told him, he could laugh himself happy over it, or send himself spiralling into despair again. Squall and Rinoa were engaged, Selphie and Irvine were going steady, Xu had Nida, Zell was with that Library girl, and Raijin and Fujin had eachother, as they always had done. Shaking himself free of his depressive thoughts, his dark turquoise eyes fell upon a figure huddled on one of the piers. Her long golden hair reflected the copper light, almost making her seem coated in red blood.
"Trust me to think that", Seifer muttered to himself as he approached her.
She was dressed in a black dress with long red gloves and a chain whip laying curled by her side. Her head was on her knees, and her shoulders were shaking slightly. She was oblivious to Seifer's presence as he walked up to her. Kneeling beside her and laying a hand gently on her shoulder, he spoke,
"Quistis?".
The woman looked up, fresh diamond tears beading in her eyes and slipping down her pale cheeks. She hastily rubbed her eyes, looking ashamed that someone, especially someone regarded as an enemy, THE enemy, had seen her crying.
"Seifer", she replied, trying to regain her composure.
"It's okay to cry Quistis", he told her, taking one of her hands and sitting down next to her.
Quistis smiled a forced smile and laughed lightly. "I don't even know why I'm crying", she said and laughed another mirthless laugh.
Seifer stared at her for a moment, her words sinking in. He watched her, discovering that he was attracted to her. He looked at her; the tranquil beauty of her just existing and breathing.
"Quistis, I know why", he told her.
She turned to face him, a look of surprise on her face.
"It's because you're lonely. Everyone else has someone and you want to feel wanted", Seifer said.
Her body went rigid and her skin prickled as she snapped her head around to face him.
"Seifer Almasy!", she said, getting to her feet. "How could you say that! You think you know me, but you know nothing about me", she raged, more tears falling from her sky-blue eyes.
Seifer hurriedly scrambled to his feet and grabbed her arms.
"Quistis, I...I do know you better than you think", he faltered.
"But Seifer; it's the truth", she said softly, burying her face in his chest. Seifer looked alarmed, not knowing how to cope in situations like this. He chewed his lip nervously and gathered her into a hug. She sobbed quietly into his chest and allowed him to stroke her back awkwardly. They stayed in that position for a few moments longer before Quistis pulled away in alarm.
"It's getting late. I need to be back at Garden. I have to observe the curfew like every other SeeD now", she said bitterly, walking away from him. He frowned in disappointment and sadness.
"Goodnight Quisty", he said softly to her retreating form, but she didn't hear him. He slumped to the floor and rested his head on his hands. A solitary tear slid down his cheek and he laughed hollowly to himself.
"It's okay to cry?".