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An idea suddenly dominated my mind as I was going through my email. My mind practically screamed, "write it dammit, write it" so here I am. After the decision of not making any more web sites until I don't feel like it's a choir. Oh yes, I forgot to mention, I welcome myself to fanfiction.net and hope that you will all open me with open arms. Oh yes, I'm thirteen years old, name is Ash, and I'm very pleased to meet you. You know right now I sound so damn proper; I'm going to stop, so here we go… On to the unthinkable…  a tale and no it's not religious.

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"Perfect love is rare indeed - for to be a lover will require that you continually have the subtlety of the very wise, the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist, the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint, the tolerance of the scholar and the fortitude of the certain."

-Leo Buscaglia

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I: Inspiration Of Hope

She said forever and the more he thought about her words that haunt him, he realized forever was never supposed to be.

He flung his jacket over his broad shoulders, catching the smiles of the giggling schoolgirls passing him by. He didn't even smile, not that they minded; him just being put on the earth warmed their hearts. He flicked his lighter, as he tasted the cigarette in his mouth. He inhaled the fumes once it was lit.

"Squall?"

His girlfriend put her long and elegant fingers on his shoulder. He stopped, hoping she would just vanish. He ran his fingers through his dark brown hair and licked his lips before facing Quistis Trepe. He raised an eyebrow as she smiled apprehensively at him. He knew she was cheating on him, with whom? Who cared? He sure the hell didn't, the more time she's with HIM, the less time he's with her. A great relationship, he thought so.

"What?" Squall Leonhart asked slouching.

"I-I'm going to be out of town for a while and I just wanted to be sure that…" Quistis trailed off, "I just wanted to make sure that you didn't want to do anything with me this weekend because I could cancel at a moments notice."

"I don't." He replied coldly.

He walked off. A slow malicious smile spread upon his lips. It didn't occur to him why. It never mattered anyways, not now. He stared up at the sky watching the stars appear, he fought the urge to grin for a minute and tried to forget why he wanted to smile. He bite sucked on his cheek tissues, and when he finally realized that he could discontinue… the shooting star passed and then he went fell into cloud folds of love… that will never be.

"You're a disgrace to the nunnery!" Sister Nicko yelled hurling Rinoa's clothes at her, "GET OUT, YOU LITTLE WHORE!"

"I didn't sleep with him, Sister Nicko, I give you my word!" Rinoa sobbed, "I was framed, I swear."

Sister Nicko glared at Rinoa, Sister Nicko walked in front of Rinoa grabbing her by hair. Rinoa screamed, as Sister Nicko threw Rinoa out of the nunnery. She threw Rinoa's clothes at her, slamming the door once Rinoa ran to the door. Rinoa screamed for Sister Nicko to unbolt the doors.

She sighed; her heart was just broken into two. Her home was at the nunnery, she wanted since she was a little child to praise the Great Hyne for the rest of her life. She practiced most of her life to be a sister to the Nunnery Of Hope, and to be finally thought as a sister and to be with a family whom cares. She guessed, she screwed that one up.

She grabbed her clothes, walking onto the road. She looked at surroundings, sighing; she walked towards the nearest destination… Balamb Garden. His home.