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*Sis?*
The tiny boy lifted a chubby, rain-drenched hand to push the soaked bangs of hair away from his minutely wrinkled forehead. He gazed upwards with hope and longing, but all he could see was the translucent sheet of rain pouring down incessantly from the leaden, overcast sky. Tinges of cloudy purple appeared at the edges of the sinister, shadowy clouds, almost as if they were mocking him.
*Am I...all alone?*
The blue-green eyes blazed with a grief and pain he had never experienced before. What was this?
*I can't - I can't*
Tiny sparks of energy flew from his jaded eyes, combatting the rising wall of grief within him, fighting against the stinging liquid that was threatening to spill from his eyes. The diminutive figure stumbled foward blindly. The rain was menacing now, dropping cliffs and mountains upon him. The tears flowed freely as he ran, the wind whipping them back, drawing his cheeks tightly behind him until he thought they would tear. The rain mingled with the tears and blinded him, both in silent conspiracy -
*SIS! SIS! COME BACK!*
Why couldn't he see where he was going? He tried to open his eyes but spiralling waves of red confronted them, searing into his burning pupils. She didn't love him. Nobody did. Why should he love them -
*She's gone - all alone, all alone again*
"No! I'm not alone!"
The voice ripped into the little boy's head with a piercing cold wind that shuddered his whole body. Yet, it was soothing, in a way? Where was this voice coming from?
"I have - I have -"
The voice was growing fainter, disappearing behind the waves of merciless, torrential rain. It didn't belong. It wasn't real.
"I HAVE RINOA!"
The voice found a gateway and forced itself through the child's mouth.
*Rinoa?*
The boy's eyes grew wide and - more mature somehow, their blue-green entirety suddenly more knowledgeable, older. Rinoa - he wasn't alone?
Her face danced before him, tantalizingly close yet agonizingly far away -
*Rinoa! I - *
"Rinoa! Don't go! I - "
The two voices blended together in a disharmonious chord. The child reached out his arms towards the face, knowing that this was important, somehow, in some way, he knew her, he was her, their souls were -
The face shimmered behind a diaphanous veil of rain droplets and grew fainter. Somehow he knew that if she disappeared now, he would never see her again.
"RINOA!"
*RINOA!*
The face convulsed and grew terrified as it was sucked further away, the beautiful mouth opened in a soundless scream. She was screaming something - but the rain, the terrible rain -
...squall...save me...
There had to be something he could do, something he could say! The two voices were one, the souls were the same soul, both thinking the same thing, over and over
*"Rinoa! I love you!"*
For one instant, the face looked fleetingly back at Squall, with hope reflected in the limpid brown eyes -
Too late!
The words, horrible, horrific words exploded in his brain, at the same instant that the face shattered. Refractions of all the colours he had ever seen mized in every possible way, blended int a dazzling palette, showered before him. She was gone - his angel -
*"NO! ANGEL! NO!"*
***
Squall woke up with the words on his lips. His heart was pounding painfully against his ribs, his throat dry and parched, his pulse palpitating erratically. A dream. That was all.
He reached up with a shaking hand to touch his milky white face. He could feel the tears on his cheeks, and he brushed them away. His angel. His angel -
Almost for reassurance, he glanced towards the pillow next to him, where her radiant countenance would lie every morning, the shining black hair strewn across the pillow, sunshine emanating from her closed eyes. Love filled his heart, soothing away the terror that had overcome him during the night. He looked down at her.
What he saw almost stopped his heart. His Rinoa was gone, vanished. Maybe even -
The sheets were crumpled, the pillow dented and lying on the floor, revealing a long rip in the bedsheets. And ion the midst of it all, the chaos and disarray, a small object was lying on the mattress.
It was a silver ring, shining and glinting in the morning sun. His ring, which he had given to Rinoa and which she always wore around her delicate neck on a chain. He could just make out the inscription, "Griever", on the inside of it. And that wasn't the worst. Underneath the unsullied purity of the silver ring on the white mattress, there was a single droplet of scarlet blood.
Should I continue? I'll be depending on the reviews to decide whether to continue or not! So review! And be kind...
*Sis?*
The tiny boy lifted a chubby, rain-drenched hand to push the soaked bangs of hair away from his minutely wrinkled forehead. He gazed upwards with hope and longing, but all he could see was the translucent sheet of rain pouring down incessantly from the leaden, overcast sky. Tinges of cloudy purple appeared at the edges of the sinister, shadowy clouds, almost as if they were mocking him.
*Am I...all alone?*
The blue-green eyes blazed with a grief and pain he had never experienced before. What was this?
*I can't - I can't*
Tiny sparks of energy flew from his jaded eyes, combatting the rising wall of grief within him, fighting against the stinging liquid that was threatening to spill from his eyes. The diminutive figure stumbled foward blindly. The rain was menacing now, dropping cliffs and mountains upon him. The tears flowed freely as he ran, the wind whipping them back, drawing his cheeks tightly behind him until he thought they would tear. The rain mingled with the tears and blinded him, both in silent conspiracy -
*SIS! SIS! COME BACK!*
Why couldn't he see where he was going? He tried to open his eyes but spiralling waves of red confronted them, searing into his burning pupils. She didn't love him. Nobody did. Why should he love them -
*She's gone - all alone, all alone again*
"No! I'm not alone!"
The voice ripped into the little boy's head with a piercing cold wind that shuddered his whole body. Yet, it was soothing, in a way? Where was this voice coming from?
"I have - I have -"
The voice was growing fainter, disappearing behind the waves of merciless, torrential rain. It didn't belong. It wasn't real.
"I HAVE RINOA!"
The voice found a gateway and forced itself through the child's mouth.
*Rinoa?*
The boy's eyes grew wide and - more mature somehow, their blue-green entirety suddenly more knowledgeable, older. Rinoa - he wasn't alone?
Her face danced before him, tantalizingly close yet agonizingly far away -
*Rinoa! I - *
"Rinoa! Don't go! I - "
The two voices blended together in a disharmonious chord. The child reached out his arms towards the face, knowing that this was important, somehow, in some way, he knew her, he was her, their souls were -
The face shimmered behind a diaphanous veil of rain droplets and grew fainter. Somehow he knew that if she disappeared now, he would never see her again.
"RINOA!"
*RINOA!*
The face convulsed and grew terrified as it was sucked further away, the beautiful mouth opened in a soundless scream. She was screaming something - but the rain, the terrible rain -
...squall...save me...
There had to be something he could do, something he could say! The two voices were one, the souls were the same soul, both thinking the same thing, over and over
*"Rinoa! I love you!"*
For one instant, the face looked fleetingly back at Squall, with hope reflected in the limpid brown eyes -
Too late!
The words, horrible, horrific words exploded in his brain, at the same instant that the face shattered. Refractions of all the colours he had ever seen mized in every possible way, blended int a dazzling palette, showered before him. She was gone - his angel -
*"NO! ANGEL! NO!"*
***
Squall woke up with the words on his lips. His heart was pounding painfully against his ribs, his throat dry and parched, his pulse palpitating erratically. A dream. That was all.
He reached up with a shaking hand to touch his milky white face. He could feel the tears on his cheeks, and he brushed them away. His angel. His angel -
Almost for reassurance, he glanced towards the pillow next to him, where her radiant countenance would lie every morning, the shining black hair strewn across the pillow, sunshine emanating from her closed eyes. Love filled his heart, soothing away the terror that had overcome him during the night. He looked down at her.
What he saw almost stopped his heart. His Rinoa was gone, vanished. Maybe even -
The sheets were crumpled, the pillow dented and lying on the floor, revealing a long rip in the bedsheets. And ion the midst of it all, the chaos and disarray, a small object was lying on the mattress.
It was a silver ring, shining and glinting in the morning sun. His ring, which he had given to Rinoa and which she always wore around her delicate neck on a chain. He could just make out the inscription, "Griever", on the inside of it. And that wasn't the worst. Underneath the unsullied purity of the silver ring on the white mattress, there was a single droplet of scarlet blood.
Should I continue? I'll be depending on the reviews to decide whether to continue or not! So review! And be kind...