A.N.: A story from Quistis POV.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Square owns them all.
Prologue
I still can't believe I went through this whole sorceress war without a single breakdown. That's why, after we returned to B. Garden and celebrate, I just locked myself in my dorm and fell on my bed crying my head out till I felt asleep.
I think I cried for about an hour or so. The next morning I felt much lighter, I guess I was just tense.
Well I guess I'm fine now. It's been a month since that night. The bonds between my friends and me are stronger and we got to know each other better now that we're not in between battles.
Garden changed so much, really. Not just because it now flies from place to place, but also because... I don't know. It seems too quiet, even for me, too empty. There's still the jogger, always running around the hall; a hyper Selphie, prancing and giggling all over the Garden; Zell, whining over hotdogs that keep running out of stock; a bubbly Rinoa, always cheering everyone and giving that warm and caring smile that changed Squall so much; our Casanova, Irvine, who keeps giving that charming seducer smile to any girl who passes by and receiving the "dark glare from Selphie over that; and Squall, our commander, who changed so much becoming more caring and social, but still kept that cool attitude of his, that pose and his "so known" "Whatever".
I guess everybody kept its Tags, those characteristic "things".
Me? Well, I'm just... me. Always the same; bossy, observer, ... lonely.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Square owns them all.
Prologue
I still can't believe I went through this whole sorceress war without a single breakdown. That's why, after we returned to B. Garden and celebrate, I just locked myself in my dorm and fell on my bed crying my head out till I felt asleep.
I think I cried for about an hour or so. The next morning I felt much lighter, I guess I was just tense.
Well I guess I'm fine now. It's been a month since that night. The bonds between my friends and me are stronger and we got to know each other better now that we're not in between battles.
Garden changed so much, really. Not just because it now flies from place to place, but also because... I don't know. It seems too quiet, even for me, too empty. There's still the jogger, always running around the hall; a hyper Selphie, prancing and giggling all over the Garden; Zell, whining over hotdogs that keep running out of stock; a bubbly Rinoa, always cheering everyone and giving that warm and caring smile that changed Squall so much; our Casanova, Irvine, who keeps giving that charming seducer smile to any girl who passes by and receiving the "dark glare from Selphie over that; and Squall, our commander, who changed so much becoming more caring and social, but still kept that cool attitude of his, that pose and his "so known" "Whatever".
I guess everybody kept its Tags, those characteristic "things".
Me? Well, I'm just... me. Always the same; bossy, observer, ... lonely.