"That's the Aldanna Range." I said, pointing towards the mountains we were currently trekking to.

"Really? I never knew, and I come this way all the time." He said, laughing. "That's some nice random knowledge you have there, princess." He smiled at me, and returned to the front of the group, playing leader again.

It was no problem, I knew a lot of useless stuff like that. Like the scientific names of all the monsters in the Alexandrian area, though I still do not know their weaknesses. The chemical makeup of purple smoke, though I only know now that it is terribly lethal. That oglops don't like icy weather. That chocobo's were eaten in times of hardship in the olden days.

All this useless knowledge, and I cannot act on any of it.

Like the way I know, deep in my soul, that Steiner and Beatrix were made for each other. That Red has a soft spot for Vivi. That Zidane is head over heels in love with Kuja.

And I can't use any of this. Even sensing upon first meeting him that Zidane was gay, and that the womanizing act was just overcompensating, I fell in love with him. I just can't resist his carefree voice, jolly even when inside he is suffering, or his wide grin, even when I can tell he had been crying, or his glorious, goofy, blonde hair, which looks like a mess in the mornings.

I'm not the only one with these doomed feelings for Zidane. Blank, too, cared deeply for him. He might as well as written on the map; 'Zidane I love you.' But I guess part of the reason Zidane was eager to get away from Tantalus was that they were so close to him, like family. He didn't want to risk any of their feelings for him to break, so he hid a part of himself from them.

Even now, when he is surrounded by new people, given a chance to restart, he won't say anything out loud. He continues to tease and joke with all of us, acting his part as the loveable rouge. He won't share hardly anything about himself out loud, but he'll show it at the quiet times, when we've set up camp for the night and everyone but him and me are asleep, though he does not realize I can't sleep because of him. I can see in his eyes that he is acting during the day to gain everyone's favor, faking happiness to bring that feeling to all of us. He's just that kind of person; afraid of rejection, longing for love, and strong to the point of weakness.

I'm not sure, but I think Freya knows this too. She watches his movements with a maternal look in her eye, as if she was glad his happiness had not faded completely. She might also relate, I guess. She is searching for Sir Fratley, and he is searching for Kuja. There is hope for neither of them that their search will prove fruitful, but they must search on regardless.

Me, I found the person I cannot be without. I am close enough to brush his hair with my fingers. Close enough to wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. I do not have to turn the world upside down to find my love; he is right in front of me.

But he is facing away, and cannot see how I long for him.

What is the point of this useless knowledge? I'd rather forget, and be happy in my ignorance.

A/N So sad I'm gonna cry just writing this! Poor Garnet…

I don't own Final Fantasy.

Reviews appreciated…I could really use them to cheer me up after writing this story.