This is just my thoughts and notes, which I didn't want cluttering up the
main story...
What did you think? This was designed to satisfy my friend's needs... it's romantic enough for her tastes, yet it fulfils my regulation death quota. The best of both worlds...
In case you hadn't twigged - I'm sure most of you have - the 'she' in this story was Quistis, and 'he' was Irvine. Although I suppose if you don't like Quivines, this story will work with any two characters you take your pick of Quick disclaimer: I don't own Irvine, Quistis, or Deling City. I do own the pendant Irvine wanted to give to Quistis; I'm wearing it right now. Anyway. The song quote at the beginning is from 'The Beaches of Cheyenne', which as far as I know was sung by Garth Brooks... the best country singer ever, in my books at least.
And, I wrote an ending to this story but I thought it looked better if I left it at 'He pulled the trigger.' But I'm going to include the ending two paragraphs here, if only because I think the letter is sweet...
He sat for some hours, silent, frozen. Until Squall found him like that, head tilted sideways, looking so calm and quiet, his left forefinger still curled around the trigger of his beloved gun. And in front of him, flecked with blood, a framed photograph and a letter written on pink paper.
I'm sorry about the fight earlier I'd had a bad day, and I snapped
I know you didn't mean what you said. I hope you understand too that I still love you, more than anything.
I'lli see you tonight, when I get back from Deling.
I love you Irvine.
Quistis
There we go... didn't that just make you melt? No? Didn't think so.
And before I go - I'm aware I'm rambling here - my friend persuaded me to show this story to my English teacher... she wanted to take it away and read it... and now I'm awaiting her verdict. Groan. Ah well... at least she can't accuse me of never making an effort...
Thank you for reading this waffle - and indeed, for reading my story. There's a poem I wrote in the same vein, called Just a whisper... look it up if you want. No pressure.
Please review,
Luv,
Angel Karora
What did you think? This was designed to satisfy my friend's needs... it's romantic enough for her tastes, yet it fulfils my regulation death quota. The best of both worlds...
In case you hadn't twigged - I'm sure most of you have - the 'she' in this story was Quistis, and 'he' was Irvine. Although I suppose if you don't like Quivines, this story will work with any two characters you take your pick of Quick disclaimer: I don't own Irvine, Quistis, or Deling City. I do own the pendant Irvine wanted to give to Quistis; I'm wearing it right now. Anyway. The song quote at the beginning is from 'The Beaches of Cheyenne', which as far as I know was sung by Garth Brooks... the best country singer ever, in my books at least.
And, I wrote an ending to this story but I thought it looked better if I left it at 'He pulled the trigger.' But I'm going to include the ending two paragraphs here, if only because I think the letter is sweet...
He sat for some hours, silent, frozen. Until Squall found him like that, head tilted sideways, looking so calm and quiet, his left forefinger still curled around the trigger of his beloved gun. And in front of him, flecked with blood, a framed photograph and a letter written on pink paper.
I'm sorry about the fight earlier I'd had a bad day, and I snapped
I know you didn't mean what you said. I hope you understand too that I still love you, more than anything.
I'lli see you tonight, when I get back from Deling.
I love you Irvine.
Quistis
There we go... didn't that just make you melt? No? Didn't think so.
And before I go - I'm aware I'm rambling here - my friend persuaded me to show this story to my English teacher... she wanted to take it away and read it... and now I'm awaiting her verdict. Groan. Ah well... at least she can't accuse me of never making an effort...
Thank you for reading this waffle - and indeed, for reading my story. There's a poem I wrote in the same vein, called Just a whisper... look it up if you want. No pressure.
Please review,
Luv,
Angel Karora
