Prologue
The morning was rising over garden, with all asleep. In all the silence no one would have guessed that Quistis Trepe was out. In fact, she had never been in, leaving her to spend the night standing alone on the balcony.
The cold morning air moved through her blonde hair, making it whip around her face. Her once beautiful face now held a blank expression. Cold blue eyes looked out unwavering over the landscape.
Much had changed in instructor Trepe over the few months after the war; it seemed that in all senses that what was Quistis Trepe had vanished and now a shell of her past self remained. Her clean lovely appearance had changed to one of stone, the peach outfit she loved so much was never seen after the war. Now she spotted a mix of army and temptress. Black leather pants and a dark green halter-top. She always wore her hair down, never with the clip she once would not remove.
But I'm getting ahead of myself, a month after the war Squall and Rinoa got married. The wedding was beautiful and even though Quistis wouldn't be in it as rinoa had asked she was there siting in the back. You could say that was the last time anyone saw her smile. It was a small one but the crack in her lips showed a bit of emotion that only the people that knew her would recognize as happiness. I was there also, a week after it all ended I asked to return to garden and at the time PB as I call him, was to busy getting married to the little princess to notice me. So on the wedding day I sat in the far back, just behind Quistis. After the wedding is when it all fell apart, the cowboy and messenger girl started dating and chicken, well we can only assume the library had a girl because I know for a fact he can't read. As I was saying, after the wedding is where our story begins.