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Leon stood on one of the shops in the Market Place, hidden in the shadows. He was watching the events unfolding there with the bitter taste of envy. A young woman in pink was coming from the borough, closely following a man in dark blue and black. She reached out and grabbed his only sleeve, stopping him. He did not face her though. A few whispered words were exchanged, but he never turned to her. The girl instead walked around the man and stuck her face in his, forcing her to look at him. She said something that made him laugh and look at her at the same time. The girl smiled back and took his hand, leading him back to the borough and Merlin's house.
Leon turned from the sight, his own jealously and the act of him spying on his best friends making him ill. He just didn't understand why, after all of this time, she never returned. Maybe Cloud had been the only other survivor of the attack that day besides himself, Aerith, Yuffie, and Cid, but he had always felt that she was alive. But why did she never come back?
Leon slumped, sulking. He knew that he was acting like a spoiled child, but why? It wasn't just the fact that she had never shown up again, but the fact that after all of his waiting, why had the right person never shown up for him? What had he done to anger the fates so that they had never spun a thread that was a perfect match for his?
Leon was so busy brooding that he didn't notice a shruiken fly through the air towards him. He did notice when it thunked into the wall right next to his head.
"Sorry Squall!" a voice rang out. He looked down and came to a conclusion.
"Oh, no," was all he voiced. If the fates had indeed created his perfect match in the form of the girl below, then they had certainly twisted their thread. After all, said girl was rougly nine years younger
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