Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII is owned by Squaresoft. I just like to play dolls. The song, "Again I Go Unnoticed" is by Dashboard Confessional. Check them out - they're pretty good.
Author's Note: This songfic is dedicated to my friend, Bri. It is her flair for writing that helps keep mine alive.


Unnoticed
"So quiet
another wasted night,
the television steals the conversation
exhale,
another wasted breath,
again it goes unnoticed."

The light from the television flickers in front of us. A character does a spit take on "Oh My Hyneness!", a situational sitcom. The popcorn grows stale with each passing second.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
I look over at her and she is emotionless. Her once bright smile is now a blank face. Her once warm eyes would reflect my own, but now they reflect the droll of a cathode ray tube. I wonder what she is thinking. Or even if she is thinking.

"Please tell me you're just feeling tired
cause if it's more than that I feel that I might break
out of touch, out of time.
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed
cause I can't read your rolling eyes
out of touch, are we out of time?"

I move the bowl of popcorn and slide a bit closer to her. She doesn't respond. I sigh softly, lifting my arm and draping it around her shoulders. She leans into it a little and I smile. Maybe things will turn for the better. She continues to stare at the television. I lean in and nuzzle the side of my face into her cheek. She turns her head, looks at me, and rolls her eyes. I pull away and look back at the television. Maybe she just isn't "in the mood". Maybe she really wants to watch the rest of this. Or maybe...

"Close lipped
another goodnight kiss
is robbed of all it's passion,
your grip
another time, is slack
it leaves me feeling empty."

So, we watch T.V. until ten o'clock. She stands, yawns softly, and turns to leave. I grab her arm quickly, standing as well. I can't believe she isn't going to kiss me. I lean in, place a small kiss on her lips. They are cold and dry. This shocks me. They used to taste like cherries. And they used to be so warm, soft and long. She barely reacts, then turns on her heel and leaves my dorm.

"I'll wait until tomorrow
maybe you'll feel better then
maybe we'll be better then
so what's another day
when I can't bear these nights of thoughts
of going on without you
this mood of yours is temporary
it seems worth the wait
to see your smile again
out of the corner of your eye
won't be the only way you'll look at me then."

I walk to my bed. Slowly. The cold linoleum gives me goose bumps. I fall into my bed. I close my eyes bit by bit, hoping things will be better tomorrow. Perhaps nightfall will solve everything. Perhaps this will all be over soon. Winter only lasts a season, right? I stare at the clock, another night unnoticed.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.