Downpour
Time: 3:37 a.m.
Location: My Dorm Room
Date: December 6, 2000
I pleaded to stay in the hospital with her, but I was shut down. Here I am, in my room. Alone. Walking into the bathroom, I stare in the mirror for hours. A broken man who has lost everything stares back at me. I'm unable to comfort others, only hurt others. Nobody wants someone like me. Well, only Quistis did, and with her not around, I feel I'm going to lose my mind.
What if she dies? What if she dies tonight, and I'm not with her?
Shaking my head, I try to shrug everything off.
She's the one who fell in love first, not me. I was doing fine on my own. I didn't need her to survive. I don't need her now.
Slowly, I sauntered over to our empty bed, retrieved her journal off of the ground, and began to read it.
Time: 6:50 a.m.
Location: My Dorm Room
Date: December 7, 2000
The snow-ravaged sun burns through my eyelids, and forces me awake. I stretch, and look down at her open book resting on my chest. Thinking back to last night, I remember reading her mind. Her innermost thoughts about me, which she wouldn't dare speak.
She longs for worlds that don't exist, and she wants to spend her time there with me. Her depression, and struggle through life is saddening. I read how she was desperate to find a cure for me, something I'm not even doing for her. How she cherishes me, and speaks of me as a God, while I feel I don't need her to survive. I do need her. She doesn't realize it, but I do.
Time: 7:10 a.m.
Location: Infirmary
Date: December 7, 2000
Pushing through the groups of wounded, disgusting kids I quickly walk into Quistis' room, and stare down at her. Her eyes open, when she senses someone there, and she stares at me. Blankly. Blue oceans, which she spoke of nearly drowned me, so I looked away.
I reached down and grabbed her hand. She squeezed back weakly, and started silently weeping.
"Why…" She held my hand tighter. "…Why did you leave me alone?"
I shook my head. I hated seeing her cry. Opening my mouth, I quickly shut it again, for fear that I'd pathetically begin to sob.
Taking a deep breath, I finally spoke.
"Do you want to get out of here?"
She let go of my hand, and brought her palms to her eyes. There were numerous bandages bound to her arms, the result of drawing blood, and her lips looked stained white. Muffled apologizes escaped from her fists, as she tried curling her blanketed legs to her chest.
After speaking with the nurse, I convinced her to let me take Quistis out. I picked her up, as her arms limply dangled to the sides, and her head rested on my shoulder.
All the universe's beauty and strength was disappearing before my eyes. People were beginning to stare, and wonder where we were going.
She needs to escape. We will escape.
Time: 7:29 a.m.
Location: Balamb Garden [Outside]
Date: December 7, 2000
Harsh winds were blowing, but the snow was no longer falling. Sitting on a nearby bench, with her on my lap, I looked down and saw her empty eyes try to widen. I felt her body flinch against mine from the cold air, and her fingers cling to my coat, as if she was begging for warmth. Rubbing my hands along her arms, I tried to heat her up.
Raising her arm idly and weakly, her shaky cold fingers trace the frame of my face. She slowly tells me how beautiful I am. How I always seemed to rescue her when the time was needed. Confused, I looked at her, and right then and there…I saw her.
The wind blew through her hair, reflecting life, and when I touched her lips, the pale crimson color returned. Ocean eyes no longer drowned me, and powerful arms caught me. Pale skin remained, but it received the light it had missed, and blinded me, beautifully.
What she was saying, was enough to deem me as "hero-worthy". I smiled, although I shouldn't have been smiling.