Past Regrets
Chapter One: Suicide
Disclaimer: Squaresoft, please don't sue me!
Staring outside the window, Quisits sat at the edge of her bed, thinking. The falling rain streaked down the window, casting an even gloomier effect on the teen. *Does anyone in this world care about me? It sure didn't seem like it. Why did Seifer leave...?* She didn't even notice that tears were welling up in her eyes. She could still remember the night Seifer had told her that he'd cared about her. That he loved her. She'd believed him. How was she supposed to know that he would do such a cowardly thing? That he would actually run away? She should have
expected it. When things went wrong, he ran.
"Why?" Quistis whispered.
A streak of blonde passed her window. She ran and pulled up the window. "Seifer?"
"Uh…no, it's me, Zell." A voice answered.
Quistis quickly turned and wiped her tears away.
"What happened, Quistis?" He had been spying, to check up on her.
"It's-It's nothing, really." She attempted a smile to reassure him.
He was not convinced, though he didn't want to push it. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah…" Her eyes regained a faraway look.
"Ok then," Zell reluctantly left. He knew there was, in fact, something wrong, but if she wasn't willing to talk about it, then there was no point in trying to pry it out of her.
Seifer stood miserably in the pouring rain listening to the cracks of thunder and watching the flashes of lightning. He felt as downcast as the setting around him. He could still hear Quistis' tinkling laugh, feel her cheerful mood, and see her long blonde hair and sapphire-blue eyes. He could picture her standing on the edge of a cliff in the evening sun, her long hair being lifted in a gentle breeze and her beautiful smile as she ran toward him—but that chance was lost now; he had deceived her and run away, leaving her vulnerable to the whole world—no, she was strong, wasn't she? But still…was she strong when it came to someone she loved? Did she even love him?
He scowled. What had gotten over him? Why did he run away? And besides, even if he did run away, did he have to hurt the person he most loved? The one he lived for, and most cared about?
Something came over him. What was the point of continuing to live when there was no one out there anymore? No one he could be with, and why? Because of him. His fault. Only his. He whipped out his gunblade and pressed it to his throat, determined to end his life forever. He had nothing to lose. Quistis probably hated him now anyway. Not considering the fact that Quistis might have actually still been waiting, waiting for him to come back so she could tell him that she forgave him, he closed his eyes, and saying goodbye to the world, goodbye to Quistis, he—
Author's Note: Wrote it in Chinese school, haha.
Chapter One: Suicide
Disclaimer: Squaresoft, please don't sue me!
Staring outside the window, Quisits sat at the edge of her bed, thinking. The falling rain streaked down the window, casting an even gloomier effect on the teen. *Does anyone in this world care about me? It sure didn't seem like it. Why did Seifer leave...?* She didn't even notice that tears were welling up in her eyes. She could still remember the night Seifer had told her that he'd cared about her. That he loved her. She'd believed him. How was she supposed to know that he would do such a cowardly thing? That he would actually run away? She should have
expected it. When things went wrong, he ran.
"Why?" Quistis whispered.
A streak of blonde passed her window. She ran and pulled up the window. "Seifer?"
"Uh…no, it's me, Zell." A voice answered.
Quistis quickly turned and wiped her tears away.
"What happened, Quistis?" He had been spying, to check up on her.
"It's-It's nothing, really." She attempted a smile to reassure him.
He was not convinced, though he didn't want to push it. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah…" Her eyes regained a faraway look.
"Ok then," Zell reluctantly left. He knew there was, in fact, something wrong, but if she wasn't willing to talk about it, then there was no point in trying to pry it out of her.
Seifer stood miserably in the pouring rain listening to the cracks of thunder and watching the flashes of lightning. He felt as downcast as the setting around him. He could still hear Quistis' tinkling laugh, feel her cheerful mood, and see her long blonde hair and sapphire-blue eyes. He could picture her standing on the edge of a cliff in the evening sun, her long hair being lifted in a gentle breeze and her beautiful smile as she ran toward him—but that chance was lost now; he had deceived her and run away, leaving her vulnerable to the whole world—no, she was strong, wasn't she? But still…was she strong when it came to someone she loved? Did she even love him?
He scowled. What had gotten over him? Why did he run away? And besides, even if he did run away, did he have to hurt the person he most loved? The one he lived for, and most cared about?
Something came over him. What was the point of continuing to live when there was no one out there anymore? No one he could be with, and why? Because of him. His fault. Only his. He whipped out his gunblade and pressed it to his throat, determined to end his life forever. He had nothing to lose. Quistis probably hated him now anyway. Not considering the fact that Quistis might have actually still been waiting, waiting for him to come back so she could tell him that she forgave him, he closed his eyes, and saying goodbye to the world, goodbye to Quistis, he—
Author's Note: Wrote it in Chinese school, haha.