iv. when you take your flight
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This, his embrace, his comfort, she had longed for this for so long. This moment.
Don't end please, please, never ever end.
But she was no princess, he was no knight, and they had no "happily ever afters."
She knew this. It was only a matter of time until he pulled away. "Why?" Then. Now.
It's always the same.
She'll be better off without him. She doesn't need someone as tainted as he is, she's a fucking angel.
"I have better things going, Quistis." It's easier to lie. It's always been.
"You're lying."
She looks so vulnerable and so beautiful, it's so hard to leave. But he has to. Now, or he'll never. He has to. She'll be grateful..hopefully sooner than later.
One last look to take forever.
"You should try it, Instructor. It's the currency of the world."
He turns and marches away, each step so heavy, each breath like his heart's disappearing.
He's already lost it, anyway.
But, he tells himself, it's better this way. For her.
It has to be.
It has to be, because it's the only reason he isn't with her telling her she meant the world then, and she still does now. How the last seven months have been completely numb, and the only time he felt alive was tonight.
Only she'll never know, because she's too busy hoping her tears blend with the rain as she watches him walk away (forever.)
