He stared out the window, cool splashes of water that flung against it violently almost hurtfully. He didn't want to remember. He could still see his friends face as he lent in and claimed the others lips, what possessed him to do that, he didn't know, he just wanted to. And how could he do that to Riona? Moans and pants claimed his mind and cries of pleasure boomed like a stereo, he could hear himself also crying and screaming the others name. He threw the brandy glass at the wall watching as it smashed into a million pieces watching as the once tasted drink faded into the bathroom rug. He wanted to fade that's all that he ever wanted he didn't ask to be here on this planet, he didn't ask to fall in love again. He didn't ask for any of this. Yet in his mind something in his mind craved to hear the others voice, to hear the whispers of secrets, he wanted to feel dirty. And even though it disgusted him he wanted to hurt the girl who he had loved.
He reached for the picture on the windowsill. It was when they all went to the beach that a stranger had offered to take a picture of them all, that's when it started. His friend's arms were swung around his neck a look of happiness on both there faces as they both looked at the camera, Riona was stood quiet near him with her normal smile plastered all over her face, usually he swooned and smirked when she did that but ever since that day… ever since…
He slammed the picture down violently and moved away from it. The phone began to ring, he walked over to it and placed his hand over it, it hovered over before the sound of the person he craved to hear was heard.
"Squall are you there, I know your there now stop being stupid and pick up the phone…" Squall smiled then turned and drew his gunblade; he then picked up the phone and whispered into it.
"I'm sorry." And slashed at his wrists, blood didn't hesitate to rise and drowned his wrists easily, pools of blood forming on the carpet like tiny puddles. Squall just stood there and watched, the pain was unbearable and his legs gave away. He hit the floor roughly and cried out in agony, reaching out as he tossed back and forth, he clung onto a cloth and squeezed it hard. Thumps on the door were heard. He could hear the voice he longed for cry through. Then the door was broken open and he could hear footsteps approaching, a gasp and few tears then the person said something unexpected.
"I love you." But before Squall could answer his body shook and his face dropped.
He was dead.
I do not own Squall or final fantasy 8 charters if u want to find out the charter I will gladfully tell u. R&R flames are expectable.