Under Shooting Stars
By Alex and Dave
We don't own the characters, cause they belong to Square and stuff.
Time never seemed to drag on as long as it was now. Squall sat in a chair in a small room with one window, a small, old television, and a bed, the bed that held his wife of almost 70 years, whose life was now slowly slipping away. The space between each shallow breath that escaped her lips grew as time slowly passed. Each breath broke his heart. He wished with all of him that he could do something to help her, but nothing could now.
He looked up at her pale, wrinkled face, and her thinning white hair, but to him, she was still as beautiful as the night they had met. He squeezed her hand as he remembered seeing a shooting star, and as his eyes wandered back to the dance floor, he saw the most amazing girl looking at the same star. They had also seen a shooting star the night they first kissed.
He remembered one night when they were eighteen. He had brought her out to the fields outside of Balamb at night, and had spread out a blanket and they laid there for hours, just talking. Finally, the moment Squall had been waiting for arrived as a shooting star shot across the sky. He had looked over to see Rinoa smiling at him, and he kissed her and sat up, and asked her to marry him. She accepted. It was that same night that they made love for the first time, under the stars.
He remembered the sadness he'd felt when they found out that Rinoa could not conceive a child in their 5th year of marriage. They had sat out on the balcony and Rinoa cried in his arms most of the night. There was no shooting star that night.
A small squeeze to his hand brought him from his thoughts and saw that Rinoa was looking at him. He moved himself towards the head of the bed. "Rinoa…" he whispered.
She spoke, barely audible, "Squall…I'm scared." He saw panic in her eyes. She didn't want to die just as much as he didn't want her to.
"It's okay, love. You'll be fine soon. No more pain, no more suffering, no more…" He choked up and swallowed hard. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, then held her lips to his. He spoke into her mouth, "I love you so much." He brought a hand up to caress her aging face.
"Always remember that I love you, too," she whispered. "And…I promise…someday, we'll see shooting stars again, together." She exhaled sharply, and when she didn't breath in again, his world shattered as he realized that breath had been her last. Just like that, she was gone. His wife, his best friend, his lover, his companion, his soul mate, was gone.
Still with his lips against hers, he sobbed, "I'm going to miss you so much." He got up and went to look out the window.
Tears flowed down his face as he looked at the stars on this calm summer night. He stopped crying as a small sliver of light cut across the blackness. He remembered her promise, and he believed it. They would be together again, and they would watch shooting stars again.
The End.
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