Past Regrets
Chapter Two: Forgive and Forget
"Seifer! Don't!" A voice screamed. Quistis' voice.
Seifer turned around. He was so overcome with happiness at the sight of Quistis that he forgot that he was standing on the edge of a cliff. He forgot that she'd been angry at him; he forgot everything, except for that fact that Quistis was with him again, back with him, and (hopefully) forgave him for what he'd done.
He lost his footing and fell… off the cliff.
Yasha: How pathetic.
Author's Note: I know it's pathetic, I tried to make it that way.
"SEIFER!!!" Quistis ran to the edge and lashed her whip down. Seifer caught hole of it. With super-human strength, she pulled him up, away from the icy, cold terror that lay beneath them.
Panting, Quistis sat down in the lush, green grass. Seifer couldn't believe that Quistis had just managed to pull him up from the cliff with just her whip, in the rain.
*That must be a really strong whip…* he thought. "Quistis? I'm really sorry…" Seifer began.
"No, it's ok…" Quistis interrupted. She didn't want to remember the night any more than she had to.
"Are you still mad at me?" Seifer asked, silently praying for a 'no'.
"If I was, I wouldn't have saved you in the first place, would I?" Quistis managed a weak smile.
"How did you know I was here?"
"I don't know. I just had a feeling that you were going to do something stupid. Again." Quistis fell silent and sat there, considering what had just happened. Her vision blurred, Seifer, who had been unawarely watching her, noticed.
"Quistis, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Oh, It's nothing," she replied, as usual.
"Come on, you know I'm going to keep pressing you until you tell me."
"It's just that I feel like no one in this world cares about me or listens. No one's ever there for me," she sighed.
"What am I? A blade of grass?" He pulled the grass she'd been mutilating out of her hands and waved it in her face.
"Well, no…but you did run away when I really needed you…" Quistis trailed off.
"But—" Seifer sputtered.
"But what? You—" Quistis suddenly stopped. What she had been about to say was too mean, even for Seifer.
"I'm really sorry, Quistis, I never meant to do that, I just…I don't know…" Seifer apologized.
"It's ok, I don't hold grudges," Quistis informed him. She looked off into the distance. When she glanced back, she saw Seifer staring at her. He noticed what he was doing and abruptly stopped and turned away.
"Do you want to go back now?" He asked.
The rain had stopped and the day had been replaced by light sprinkling and the sun was starting to shine, which resulted in a majestic rainbow. Each arc of color stood out perfectly in the periwinkle sky. The bands of hues blended together where they met, and formed a magnificent masterpiece.
"No, I don't want to go back." Quistis whispered, shaking her head. "I… never mind…"
Something clicked inside Seifer's mind. Squall told her to talk to a wall when she needed to talk. Then… he'd run away. Seifer looked at Quistis' tear-streaked face. He couldn't stand it when Quistis started crying. He didn't want her to hurt ever again. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her, before whispering, "I love you Quistis. I promise I'll never leave you again. I'll always protect you."
Quistis stood there in his arms, holding on tightly, as if she believed he would disappear if she ever let go. She was crying again, but this time, it wasn't because of anger, sorrow, and pain. It was because of pure joy, bliss, and happiness.
Chapter Two: Forgive and Forget
"Seifer! Don't!" A voice screamed. Quistis' voice.
Seifer turned around. He was so overcome with happiness at the sight of Quistis that he forgot that he was standing on the edge of a cliff. He forgot that she'd been angry at him; he forgot everything, except for that fact that Quistis was with him again, back with him, and (hopefully) forgave him for what he'd done.
He lost his footing and fell… off the cliff.
Yasha: How pathetic.
Author's Note: I know it's pathetic, I tried to make it that way.
"SEIFER!!!" Quistis ran to the edge and lashed her whip down. Seifer caught hole of it. With super-human strength, she pulled him up, away from the icy, cold terror that lay beneath them.
Panting, Quistis sat down in the lush, green grass. Seifer couldn't believe that Quistis had just managed to pull him up from the cliff with just her whip, in the rain.
*That must be a really strong whip…* he thought. "Quistis? I'm really sorry…" Seifer began.
"No, it's ok…" Quistis interrupted. She didn't want to remember the night any more than she had to.
"Are you still mad at me?" Seifer asked, silently praying for a 'no'.
"If I was, I wouldn't have saved you in the first place, would I?" Quistis managed a weak smile.
"How did you know I was here?"
"I don't know. I just had a feeling that you were going to do something stupid. Again." Quistis fell silent and sat there, considering what had just happened. Her vision blurred, Seifer, who had been unawarely watching her, noticed.
"Quistis, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Oh, It's nothing," she replied, as usual.
"Come on, you know I'm going to keep pressing you until you tell me."
"It's just that I feel like no one in this world cares about me or listens. No one's ever there for me," she sighed.
"What am I? A blade of grass?" He pulled the grass she'd been mutilating out of her hands and waved it in her face.
"Well, no…but you did run away when I really needed you…" Quistis trailed off.
"But—" Seifer sputtered.
"But what? You—" Quistis suddenly stopped. What she had been about to say was too mean, even for Seifer.
"I'm really sorry, Quistis, I never meant to do that, I just…I don't know…" Seifer apologized.
"It's ok, I don't hold grudges," Quistis informed him. She looked off into the distance. When she glanced back, she saw Seifer staring at her. He noticed what he was doing and abruptly stopped and turned away.
"Do you want to go back now?" He asked.
The rain had stopped and the day had been replaced by light sprinkling and the sun was starting to shine, which resulted in a majestic rainbow. Each arc of color stood out perfectly in the periwinkle sky. The bands of hues blended together where they met, and formed a magnificent masterpiece.
"No, I don't want to go back." Quistis whispered, shaking her head. "I… never mind…"
Something clicked inside Seifer's mind. Squall told her to talk to a wall when she needed to talk. Then… he'd run away. Seifer looked at Quistis' tear-streaked face. He couldn't stand it when Quistis started crying. He didn't want her to hurt ever again. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her, before whispering, "I love you Quistis. I promise I'll never leave you again. I'll always protect you."
Quistis stood there in his arms, holding on tightly, as if she believed he would disappear if she ever let go. She was crying again, but this time, it wasn't because of anger, sorrow, and pain. It was because of pure joy, bliss, and happiness.