Outcast XIV
Cursing his own emotional limitations, Squall felt the tears sliding down his face. He wasn't strong enough to keep them in any longer, and part of him didn't want to. He needed to cry this out. He needed to rid himself of this awful feeling buried in the pit of his stomach.
Would Seifer come back to him…??
He looked over at his gunblade across the room…He needed to kill something…Anything.
He almost wanted to turn the gunblade onto his own face, slashing it into bloody pulp. Then, he wanted to ruin's Seifer's beauty. He wanted to make him unrecognizable so he could never make the mistake of loving him again…
…But, then, he didn't want to. He couldn't.
He never loved anyone even close to the way that he loved Seifer. This wasn't a fucking fling and he knew that.
…At least to him it wasn't.
He silently questioned where Seifer was now. Did he go to the Training Center??
No, his beloved gunblade still leaned against the wall in the corner.
Was he at Quistis's dorm?? Could he really do that again??
All Squall kept thinking of was Seifer's startling confession of his lust for Quistis. Whether or not he still admitted that he had it, Squall knew that Quistis could give Seifer something that he never could.
Comfort.
The comfort of never having to worry about being labeled as a fag.
He buried his head in his hands once again, hoping and praying for his warrior to come back.
I don't care what you've done, Seifer…We can work through it.
Just please…Come back to me…