I can never deny a request for another part

I can never deny a request for another part. It's a weakness with me.

You know, I don't know why Squall left either. I have no idea where I'm gonna go with this chapter. Everything you read here will be just made up as it happens. No planning here. I don't even know where I'm going to start out. Hmm…

Well, here goes.

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Why did he leave? Here he was, driving away from everything he knew. It wasn't like him to leave on a whim like that. He had no destination, no plans for the future. Where was he going? He didn't even have anything packed. This was bad. He was doing the wrong thing. Running away from his feelings never did him any good. He had to go back and confront what had happened.

Squall slammed the brakes on. The car skidded to a halt before he rested his elbows on the wheel and put his face in his hands. Here he was again, abandoning Zell, even after all that had happened. He shouldn't have been feeling sorry for himself.

"What am I doing?" he asked himself. Squall sat up and pressed his foot on the gas. He completed a U turn and sped back in the direction of Garden.

Rinoa sat in her dorm crying. Men had come to take Zell's body away. None of them had really known what to do or say, so they just sort of went their separate ways. The others didn't understand why Squall had to leave. He had left Rinoa in a complete mess. She was closer to Zell than any of them, and now she had no shoulder to cry on. She had Quistis, Selphie, and Irvine of course, but it just wasn't the same to her. She needed Squall. Rinoa knew he needed her too, but it was just like him to leave, rather than letting others see how he felt. Sure, he had changed since they defeated Ultimecia, but not completely. Squall had no problem expressing when he was happy, but he still had a hard time admitting what he felt when he was melancholy, even to her. He'd probably always be that way.

No matter how hard she tried, Rinoa couldn't stop crying. She had repeated the same pattern for a little under an hour. She'd think that her tears had stopped, but then she'd remember something, anything, the slightest reminder of Zell or anything relating to him, and she'd bury her face in her arms on the desk and tears would leak and her shoulders would heave, but she was silent.

The wall was white. The wall was smooth. It didn't have any grooves or bumps or cracks. It was clean. It didn't move, always stayed the same. Quistis' eyes wandered down the wall, to where it met the floor. The wall's calmness ended at the floor. It stopped abruptly and didn't move any further. The floor prevented the wall from continuing.

Why couldn't the wall continue? It had every right to. Nothing should get in the way of it. It should go on forever, living happily without a stupid floor getting in its way. The floor just ended the wall's life so suddenly. Or was it the wall that stood in the way of the floor going on? Quistis supposed they both intercepted eachother and the result was the end of each. Two separate things that seem to go on forever, but when they met, they stopped eachother from going on further. They should continue on forever, but they both had to end eventually, just not so soon. Too young. Too young to perish. Zell was too young to have met his wall.

Quistis grew frustrated at it and threw the box of tissues, which she was holding as she sat on her bed, at the wall as hard as she could. She watched as the box flew through the air and then crashed into the wall and fell to the floor, tissues spreading on the nearby floor. The wall had done it again.

She couldn't stay in her room any longer. She was thinking too much. Quistis hated that about herself. She had been thinking too much recently. She was like Squall that way.

Squall. Why did he leave? Rinoa had returned to the room just as the men from the hospital arrived. Once they left with Zell, she had stated simply, "Squall left."

"Why?" Irvine had asked.

"I don't really know…" Rinoa then started weeping silently and quietly returned to her room. There was nothing really left for Quistis, Irvine, and Selphie to do there. They were mostly in shock at the moment. None of them could believe that Zell had actually done that to himself. Even though they had seen his body, his blood, and his note, they found it hard to accept that they wouldn't see him tomorrow, or the next day, or ever again. They didn't say anything to eachother. They just left, no one knowing where the others were headed. Quistis assumed that Irvine and Selphie returned to their dorms. She didn't know where else they could go.

Quistis stood up and entered her bathroom. She rinsed water over her face, the coldness somewhat refreshing on her face, swollen and red from crying. She had stopped crying a long time ago. She was too much in shock to do anything besides sit and analyze the wall.

She ran the towel over her face, slightly disappointed that the soothing cold was no longer there. Quistis sniffed and left her dorm. She didn't know where she was going to go or what she was going to do.

"I'm so sorry. He was a great person, he really was. We all loved him dearly," Irvine tried to comfort Mrs. Dincht over the phone. He thought that someone needed to tell her, but nobody else seemed to care. She was wailing her heart out on the other line. Irvine tried comforting her more, but she interrupted him, her crying suddenly stopping.

"Why would he do that to himself? He was such a happy boy! He loved everyone…he…I…why?" Mrs. Dincht trailed off quietly before breaking down again.

"Ma'am, I'm really sorry. I have to get going." That was a lie and he knew it, but he really couldn't stand to be on the phone with her any longer. She was making him so depressed. The pain Irvine felt must have been a hundred times worse for Zell's mother. "You can, um…" He stopped when he choked up and couldn't talk for a moment. "You can visit his body at the Balamb Medical Center. They took him away about an hour ago. He's probably still there. I'm so sorry, really." Irvine placed the phone on the hook and removed his hat from his head. He turned the hat around in his hands before tossing it aimlessly towards the bed.

The hat landed a few feet from the head of his bed. Irvine stared at it for a while before looking down at his feet. He didn't know what to think. So many emotions were running through his head, yet his expression remained the same. A blank stare. It showed absolutely no feeling whatsoever.

Suddenly he thought something ridiculous. "It's my fault," Irvine stated to his feet. I told him he wasn't wanted, he thought. A wave of guilt flowed through him. "Shit!"

He rushed out of his room.

Selphie lay face down on her bed. Her pillow was soaked with tears. She had fallen asleep not too long ago.

She had been pacing around her room for the past hour, sometimes stopping to pick something randomly off her desk and throw it at her wall or the floor. Due to recent events, all of Selphie's emotions had been flowing out. All her anger that she had buried deep inside now surfaced into a blinding rage of tears. She had been ranting and crying with shock, disbelief, and sadness.

Irvine burst into her room and Selphie was awakened by the sudden intrusion. She rolled over and sat up. "What are you doing here?" She sniffed and rubbed her nose with her arm.

"It's my fault," he told her.

"What?" She rubbed her eyes and stood up. Selphie did everything sluggishly, not her usual bouncy self. She just didn't care about being the happy one anymore. Look what had happened when she did try to be there for people.

"I killed Zell." Selphie looked shocked.

"You what?"

"No, I didn't directly kill him, but I made him do it. I told him he wasn't wanted, so he went and killed himself. I did it." Irvine stared at her and then crumpled to the floor in tears.

Selphie stared at him for a moment before she started sobbing herself. She knelt down next to him and put her arms around him. "You can't be blamed…it's something that he did himself. I'm sure he had many other things on his mind besides you. He named so many other people in his note. You weren't even a big part. Irvy, please stop crying." She hugged him tighter.

Squall parked the car in the parking lot and jumped out quickly. He shoved the keys in his pocket and began jogging inside. He asked random people along the way, "Have you seen Rinoa?" None of them knew until he came across Nida. "Nida, Nida, have you seen Rinoa?"

"I just can't believe it…he was so…he seemed so happy…" Nina said quietly.

"Nida!" Nina snapped to attention.

"I need to find Rinoa," he said to Nida.

"Oh yeah, I heard you left. She's been really upset about that, on top of…you know," Nida said. He then pointed to the dormitory. "She's been in her dorm since they took Zell's body away."

Squall put a hand on his shoulder. Nida looked down at it, then back up at Squall. "Thanks," Squall said, and jogged towards the dorms.

When he reached her door, he wiped his sweat off his forehead with his arm. Squall breathed in and knocked. He didn't hear anything and leaned his ear on the door to hear what was going on inside. Squall still heard nothing but silence. The door started to open and Squall leaned back, standing up straight. He then found himself face to face with a red faced Rinoa. Her nose and eyes were swollen slightly. She just stared at him, her mind not comprehending what was happening.

"Rinoa…I'm so sorry," Squall said as he stepped forward. Rinoa's expression changed from a hollow stare to sad. She said his name and fell into his arms. She cried again. "I'm really sorry I left. I don't know why I did. I guess I just needed some time to myself, but I really didn't need to leave to do that. I could have just stayed in my room. I'm so sorry Rinoa." He stroked her hair and felt tears building.

"I can't believe he's gone, forever. I keep thinking I'll just see him again tomorrow, and everything will be normal. Even after seeing him in his room like that…all bloody…" she started sobbing again, "Even after seeing that, it still seems unreal. God, I miss him so much."

Squall knew exactly how she was feeling. He couldn't accept it either. It didn't seem right for someone so young to die. And it didn't seem right for someone so young to hate their life so much that they felt taking their own life was better than living another day. Just from thinking about that, he started to cry silently. Even if it wasn't Zell, he would still cry. It was so sad for someone to feel that way, and then act on it, especially someone as young as he was.

But no matter how much people wouldn't believe it, the fact remained that they would never see Zell alive again. They'd never be able to talk to him, joke with him, grow up with him. He died too young. Much too young.

This one was a little short, I know, but I'm planning to do an epilogue. This way you can't make me write more! HAHAHAHA I'm so stupidly evil.