I know, I know, procrastination is my job. Now then. After a very long
delay, I present to you, the next chapter.
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The rain had grown intensely worse, but softened soon. A harsh wind blew up from the beach, chilling everything it touched to the core. Not even the arms of the rising sun could warm Seifer as he kneeled and shuddered, too cold and fatigues to travel another hundred metres, into Balamb.
~Heh, at least the pain has gone. Now all I have to worry about is freezing to death. Thank Hyne for this Encounter-None junction. Heheh.~ Blonde bangs dripped in front of sea-green eyes, as they began to lose focus. His head began to spin. Or was the world spinning around him? What the hell?
Memories flashed in front of his eyes, yet he never saw them, just felt the nauseating touch of his old friends. He only ever had two, and they left him, they betrayed him. Why hadn't anyone seen what he can do, his talents, abilities and intelligence? No one ever paid any attention to him. They should all feel what he had gone through, and learn to understand what it was like for him. But that won't work. There's no way he can do that. What now…
"Se…er…Seifer? Wake up! C'mon! Let's get your sorry arse back to Garden."
"Ugh.."
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I'm sorry. I'm losing my FF8ness. I might just pass this fic on to someone else to finish, or just leave it there. I d'no. Maybe one day, I'll pick it up again. ._.
~*~*~*~*~*
The rain had grown intensely worse, but softened soon. A harsh wind blew up from the beach, chilling everything it touched to the core. Not even the arms of the rising sun could warm Seifer as he kneeled and shuddered, too cold and fatigues to travel another hundred metres, into Balamb.
~Heh, at least the pain has gone. Now all I have to worry about is freezing to death. Thank Hyne for this Encounter-None junction. Heheh.~ Blonde bangs dripped in front of sea-green eyes, as they began to lose focus. His head began to spin. Or was the world spinning around him? What the hell?
Memories flashed in front of his eyes, yet he never saw them, just felt the nauseating touch of his old friends. He only ever had two, and they left him, they betrayed him. Why hadn't anyone seen what he can do, his talents, abilities and intelligence? No one ever paid any attention to him. They should all feel what he had gone through, and learn to understand what it was like for him. But that won't work. There's no way he can do that. What now…
"Se…er…Seifer? Wake up! C'mon! Let's get your sorry arse back to Garden."
"Ugh.."
~*~*~*~*~*
I'm sorry. I'm losing my FF8ness. I might just pass this fic on to someone else to finish, or just leave it there. I d'no. Maybe one day, I'll pick it up again. ._.