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Bonjour! Here's number two. I haven't got much to say so... Enjoy!

002. Hate

God! I just hate - no, abhor! - the way that he acts sometimes. It's more the fact that every time he says something stupid I just have to stop for a few minutes and wonder what on the Blue Moon goes through that beautiful head to make him think that that was actually okay to say! Does he really think that he can just walk around everywhere doing whatever he wants, saying whatever he wants, and that no one would even think to complain about him? Has he even a shred of common sense? Does he even have a brain in his stupid, silver, shiny haired, handsome, head?

See - I hate him. I can't even focus on how much I hate him because, well... Everything! Clearly! his brash ego, his bad sense of humor, his... his...

He's so obnoxious! I can't even believe that he'd do this! Lord! Of all the things on the Blue Planet he could've done, he surprises me with this!? Really? I have too many things to think about as it is, and those piercing grey-green, mysterious eyes really aren't helping the whole blushing ordeal.

I can't even think about anything right now... It's just too much! I now know exactly how the Giant of Bab-il felt when he short circuited. It was a he, wasn't it?

What possessed him to think that this was actually, you know, a good idea? Well, perhaps it is, I'm just way over reacting. If he weren't being so god damn sensitive right now, he'd probable chastise me for thinking far too much into this for what it's worth, and nudge me with those strong, tanned arms, and wink with that shine in his eyes like he'd never really dare to hurt me because I'd call down Bahamut on him. And I really would - it's true - I'm sure Bahamut would have no qualms about complying. He never really took to Edge. Go figure.

But no, oh no. He can't just be his usual, way too relaxed, happy-go-lucky self. Of course not. Because that would be too easy. Clearly.

I can't think about something as huge as this now! I was busy in the Feymarch, getting to know all the... walls really well? Who am I kidding - I've been bored out of my mind for a while, but this isn't just something he can spring on me like this! This is something that needs to be premeditated, not just thrown out like its nothing. I didn't even catch him at first, it's only when he stopped talking and then I realised exactly what it was he had said.

"Rydia, do you want me to go?" His expression is far too guarded and blank. His eyes are like blank slates of stone and his mouth looks like its set in stone too under the purple mask. Something's wrong and, oh Lord, it's all my fault, isn't it? I had been sitting there for a long while, and my mouth was still slightly open? So lady like.

I gave a small, pitiful, weak little smile, and shook my head no. Probably should've said yes. Probably should've run away by now and lived the rest of my life out as a goat in Mount Ordeals. Who knows - maybe I'll find Kain while I'm at it and he'll ask me why I'm suddenly an animal, and I'll say 'Oh, well Edge suddenly asked me to be his Queen of Eblan and I panicked and ran away because I can barely look after myself, never mind be a queen, and then I'll get pressured into having children and I'm technically only fifteen!'. And then Kain would probably kick me off his mountain because, you know, it's his moping space and clearly I'd have to go and find my own mountain to goat around on. Or maybe he'd tell me that I should become the Queen... Yeah, like I should ever be put in charge of anything, let alone looked up to! Neither should Edge, now I think about it... Anyway, I can barely keep my mind straight - I mean look at me now! It's not like I haven't had reoccurring dreams about this before, so why Lord, why am I going crazy now of all times?

Don't get me wrong, I love Edge, and if he were just another summoner in Mist, I would be married to him in a heart beat, but I've seen Rosa lately, and my Lord does she look tired. She looks like one of those zombies that Kain's probably good friends with. Come to think of it, that's a horrible thought! I do not want to think of Kain and his Zombies ever again! Ew. Gross.

Where was I? Ah, yes, Edge's sudden proposal. I am even awake? If this is just one of those weird dreams again then I won't even try to hold back on the next person who annoys me! It would be devastating. But then again, is that my subconscious telling me something?

Maybe it doesn't matter about the whole queen thing though. Maybe I should just go through with it anyway. Hadn't Rosa and Edward once been talking, saying something about how 'it doesn't matter who you love nor why, but how you act on it'? Probably. And as usual, they were probably right. But then again, I've never been one to fit into normal - and neither has Edge - and that seemed like pretty normal advice. Even so, I have this gut feeling that they were right. Usually my gut's right, but who knows? I could just not be feeling well.

Perhaps this is a good idea, but Lord knows really. I mean, look at Rosa - two years married and already a mother. A zombie mother. Sounds like fun! Little Ceodore is cute, but I really hope for his sake he doesn't have a lisp.

"So, what do you say?" He asked me. oh God, the sun's almost going down! Have we really been here for that long? Or maybe it's just another weird Eblan thing where sometimes days are just shorter. And the way the sunlight hits him right now... God I'm a lucky girl! Until, of course, he opens his mouth and says something outrageously obnoxious.

Taking a one last calming breath, I looked directly into his hopeful eyes, and with a wobbly voice, I squeaked out one word that perhaps in the future I'd look back and regret intensely.

"Yes."

Goodbye Feymarch walls and the books I've read five thousand times. You'll be... missed.

He laughed and pulled me tightly into his arms, spinning me around - much to my surprise - my yellow formal dress swaying gently in the wind, and I had never been so glad that I'd tied up my hair - hair can sometimes really be a moment killer.

"You know Edge, I hate you sometimes." I smiled at him, loathe to let him go after he'd placed the subtlety shimmering ring on my finger, which seemd to weigh much more heavily than it should've.

He laughed again, understanding the meaning behind my words in a way that only he could. "I love you too."

And there you have it! I hope you enjoyed it - it wasn't too serious, I was just a little bit stumped for this one. So naturally, I decided to look at what would happen if a mentally-young-but-physically-not-Rydia was asked a life changing question that she only had a teenage mindset for. And this happened! Not the most eloquent of works, but there we go.

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