A fated absence
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Okay, there isn't much to say about this chapter apart from that Quisty's dead, Seifer still doesn't really know the circumstances around her death but had confessed his love to her before she died, Irvine has asked Selphie to marry him and Rinoa and Squall are both under Ultimecia's power, trapped, but together! I think that's it…I haven't forgotten anything, have I?
This chapter is not really carrying on with the story; it mainly focuses on reactions to Quisty's death. The next chapter will continue the story.
The rain made a diaphanous veil over the small, huddled congregation, glowing and effervescing in all the radiance she deserved. It shone softly, illuminated by the gentle rays of peeping sun that strove to be seen behind the silver-lined clouds. Their beams came down from the heavens and wove a golden and silver dome that danced and swayed with the mellifluous, soporific strains of the wind band that played somewhere, carried on the wind. The familiar tune was made melancholy by the seriousness of the situation; it was "Eyes on Me".
The row of bowed figures all trailed, sad and alone, one by one, to pay their last respects. The beautiful, pure body in the coffin paid them no heed. The eyes stared down into her closed ones, and she saw nothing but her own blackness.
The golden sheet of hair spilled over the sculptured marble neck, the phosphorescent cheeks and brow. Her eyelids were closed, a pure, simple white which bore the simple blush of red; the blush that made her almost look alive. Her limbs were balletic, and relaxed; her tense grace finally made tender in death. Her arms lay slack by her sides and the rose that Seifer had laid on her breast the night before was faded, the petals nearly dead.
Irvine bowed his head, the watery sun shining on his slick, neat ponytail. For once it was not unruly. His eyes were lowered. He pulled his fiancé towards him and let his slow tears trickle down into her velvety hair. The band had started to play a slow sheen of a musette. The smell of earth and lilies mingled and the heady scents almost overpowered him. Selphie, snuggled into his arms, whispered, "I wish Quisty was alive." Irvine looked down into the emerald eyes, shining with the tears she was trying to hold back. "We couldn't help her, Selph – she was trapped, and there's nothing more to it. It isn't like – it isn't like she wanted to die"
Selphie looked up into Irvine's face. "Why must happiness always come with pain?" Her lips brushed against his. She felt safe with him. He would be her husband…
"Life isn't fair, Sefie. But we have eachother. Now and always."
The band reached a mournful climax, the violins passionately ringing against the flutes and oboes. The coffin was being lowered into the ground. The scene happened before her eyes in slow motion. The earth was shovelled over the iridescent glass until you could see it no more. She would never see Quisty's face again.
"Always."
It isn't like she wanted to die?
They don't know. Should I – should I tell them?
I couldn't help hearing. I couldn't help it. I can't
leave them – so blind, so –ignorant of what her death really was. Should I show
them the letter?
No – it would break their hearts. I don't even quite
understand it myself. I need to ask Squall things – so many things.
Maybe if I hadn't thought I had loved Rinoa – maybe if I'd
known where my heart was – Quistis wouldn't be dead. She might be lying down with
me, and waking up with me, every morning, every day for the rest of my life.
She might have been mine. We might have been – happy.
Rinoa! Why did you delude me? Why did I superficially
fall for those wide, dark eyes and raven tresses?
Listen to me. I sound like a bad poet.
But it's true. All of it.
Rinoa. This is all your fault.
The night closed in upon him like a suffocating blanket. He did not cry; his tears were ended. He had no more left to give. And what were tears. They couldn't bring her back to life. They renewed nothing.
Sure, Instructor Trepe. Yo, Instructor Trepe. Had she ever noticed him? Really? Apart from the being the rowdy, impulsive student who was a coward at heart? She had never really looked beneath all the tattoos, the spiky blonde hair. And now she was gone. He would never get the chance to see her, ever again. Never hear her bubbly laugh, the way she shook her head sternly when she was displeased, the cute way she fiddled with her hands when she was nervous. All the things…
His heart had nearly stopped when he'd seen the lifeless body. And Seifer, the conventional lover, watering her grave with his tears. Oh, what a waste! Of a young innocent life! Why did she have to die? And leave, him, all alone?
The young SeeD crawled between the thin sheets of his bed. He flicked a small switch by his bed. A muffled, muted click sounded, followed by a tiny whisper of a hiss. Zell did not hear the tiny, ominous sound.
He was already fast asleep, his nightmares creeping into his dreams and killing them, one by one.
Sorry, V.short but this was meant to be a sort of intermittent chapter that just describes their feelings on Quisty's death.
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