Chapter 2: A new home and old feelings
Disclaimer: I own no Final fantasy characters, Blah.. Blah....
Author's Note: This is not a long chapter, but I hope it gives you a little insight on how Rianna is feeling.
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I stand in the doorway of my new room. I see a large plush bed with a gold comforter neatly tucked in, and fluffy new pillows. There is a large window with sheer curtains billowing softly in the slight breeze that smells of honeysuckle. Over in the corner there is a small writing desk, on which is a vase of freshly cut flowers. Funny... he could not have known how much I like to write.
I never knew much about my father. Only that he was handsome, and that I shared his dark hair that my mother loved so much. There were never any photos or happy memories about him. Only a kind of mystery and hope that he would one day come, and take me and mother away, and live happily ever after. Of course such dreams had long since died but here I was in this wonderful house full of strangers. I looked up when I heard a knock on my door.
"Come in!" I said. In walked my father still handsome in his older age. His dark hair only slightly graying. His eyes were full of laughter, and you could tell he was the kind of person who would bust out laughing in a quiet room. His face was all serious now though, when he asked,
"How do you like your new room?"
"Very much thank you." An awkward silence crept between us as I worked up the courage to ask, "Why did you go away? Why did you leave us?"
He sighed, and said " I never even knew you existed up until I received your Mother's letter. Your mother never told me you were born."
"You are lying!" I spat at him
"I'm afraid I'm not Rai.... I know this must be hard for you but....
" Just stop please! I don't want to hear anymore... I think I need to be alone." I said softly. I left him sitting there on the edge of the bed. I didn't say another word I simple walked out of the house. I walked along the pathway behind this big lonely house that held no happiness for me, as I thought,
How could she have kept him from me? How dare she! What right did she have. I was so angry at my Mother. Angry at her for leaving me, and angry because she kept me from my father. I began to cry for the first time since my Mothers death.
"Enough!" I told myself out loud. "Crying isn't getting anyone anywhere." I brushed the last tears from my eyes and pushed my way through some brush that covered the trail ahead of me. Before my eyes was a beautiful beach. Crystal clear water and white sand that glittered in the sun. It was amazing. And that was when I first saw him. Under a palm tree doing squats. He made me catch my breath. He turned around, and caught me staring.
"Hi! I've never seen you around here before. My name is Zack.. Zack Fair."
