Jealousy
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Author's Note: I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long, I was busy dreaming up ideas for Eternal Faith and throwing temper
tantrums on ff.net, declaring that I would not write until I received X amount of reviews. So! Here it is! If anyone's still waiting for it..which I highly doubt, as I haven't updated in over a year _ SORRY EVERYONE!!! You're probably going to be extremely confused for this chapter since..yea..the stone Seifer gave to Quistis should work, shouldn't it?? Well, you'll find out soon in the next chapter...
Quistis slowly opened her eyes. Another new day. Balamb. *Where did I come from?* She wondered. A daily routine. Wake up. Wonder where she came from. Get up. Teach a class while distractedly wondering some more. This was one of the frequent times where she wished she could act her age. Instead of like a 35-year old teacher who didn't deserve her job because she never paid attention. Maybe if she could act her own age, 19, then there could be a chance that she'd remember something, anything. She vaguely remembered someone, someone she had once been best friends with. But who? Absently, her fingers started to curl around something at her neck. Then she noticed there was nothing around her neck. *But there should be. There was. What was it?* She rubbed her temples and looked towards the ceiling, closing her eyes.
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"Quisty?"
"Go away, chowdah butt!"
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"Uh...Instructor?"
Her eyes snapped open and she looked abruptly at one one of her more loyal Trepies--too loyal, who was staring at her
worriedly. "What is it?" She asked, assuming a calm expression while inwardly groaning. *Don't ask me out again. Please. Why did you have to interrupt me..I finally remembered something..*
"Are you alright?"
"Yes..I'm fine."
Damon [the Trepie] nodded and walked back to his seat. Quistis continued staring into space. Damn GFs. Sure, they were useful in battles, but did they have to take away memories? *And I could have used some of those memories now...* She thought bitterly. *I remember they were happy ones, but who were the people? Where was I?* It took her a moment to notice a a student's raised hand. "Yes?"
"Um..it's time..to go.." She stated softly.
"Oh, class dismissed." *I really shouldn't be teaching anymore. I never even pay attention. I have enough gil saved to last my
entire life, probably...and if that runs out, I can just take up another job somewhere else that forces me to concentrate. Anywhere but here. I'll think of it..someday..away from all these distractions.*
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"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" Cid asked. "You won't regret it?"
"Yes. I'm sure." Quistis answered quickly, pushing the resignation form to Cid.
"Why do you want to leave so suddenly?" Cid pressed, curious to know why one of the smartest people ever to set foot at
Balamb would want to leave so suddenly.
"I just..I just have to think things out. Maybe I can come back someday.."
"Well," Cid sighed. "If that's what you're sure you want--"
"I'm sure, sir." Quistis repeated, trying to maintain her patience and stay respectful.
"We'll always welcome you back if you ever choose to return."
"Thank you." Quistis said gratefully, then walked out the door, not sure if she would ever come back. "Well, at least that's done with..I'm finally free." Freedom. What would that be like?
The house she had found the previous day in the forest seemed to have no known inhabitants. Her belongings had been packed in a short time. Once her mind was made up, there was little that could stop her from. She had observed the entire place, checking everything that was in the house and found it fit for living. Dumping everything on the floor, she resolved to unpack later, and walked outside. She stopped short at the sight of something glowing in the dark, shaded grass. It glittered invitingly, seeming to taunt her. As she knelt by the glowing object and reached to pick up the object, a rush of memories consumed her.
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"It doesn't matter, you'll all be leaving tomorrow night." It does matter. I'll miss her. I'm never going to see her again after
after tonight. Why did they have to adopt us? Why couldn't I stay with her, forever and ever? I finally found someone who
cares about me. No one else ever has. My dad abandoned me when I was a kid. He kept getting drunk and hitting me until he finally got fed up and kicked me out of the house, yelling for me to never come back... I was barely four. So someone dumped me off at the orphanage because they didn't want me sleeping in their storeroom for the rest of my life. Then I met her. I always thought, after my mom died, that I'd never be happy again. But when I saw her, I knew she'd be different. She cared about me, maybe she even likes me. I don't know if I'll ever be able to tell her this, but I love her. Maybe she'll never find out. I got her something at the shop Matron took us to. She'll probably like it, hope she does, then she'll remember me. Squall's better than me at everything. Even she likes him better than me. But as long as I'm her best friend and not him, I guess I can live with it. As long as we stay together. We'll be friends, friends forever..
"I'll miss you." I love you. I'd have liked to say that to her. But that could scare her away from me. And I couldn't stand being
away from her. I saw with her until two seperate cars...seperate...drove up on the gravelly driveway. Matron said goodbye. That she'd miss us. Then the two of us stood, looking at each other. I think I was crying. I didn't really notice. Tears were in her eyes. I could tell she was trying her best not to. Was I? I didn't even care very much. What mattered was that I was leaving her. I'd been praying so hard, for some miracle to happen. That the same person would adopt us. Then we wouldn't be seperated. It hasn't happened. I guess I was always supposed to suffer. My family. Matron. Friends...my best friend. The only one that stood by me. They've all left me. I hugged her tightly. Couldn't let go. Couldn't, until they practically had to pry us apart. She believes that we'll meet again someday. I hope we do. But it won't be the same, will it?
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Author's Note: I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long, I was busy dreaming up ideas for Eternal Faith and throwing temper
tantrums on ff.net, declaring that I would not write until I received X amount of reviews. So! Here it is! If anyone's still waiting for it..which I highly doubt, as I haven't updated in over a year _ SORRY EVERYONE!!! You're probably going to be extremely confused for this chapter since..yea..the stone Seifer gave to Quistis should work, shouldn't it?? Well, you'll find out soon in the next chapter...
Quistis slowly opened her eyes. Another new day. Balamb. *Where did I come from?* She wondered. A daily routine. Wake up. Wonder where she came from. Get up. Teach a class while distractedly wondering some more. This was one of the frequent times where she wished she could act her age. Instead of like a 35-year old teacher who didn't deserve her job because she never paid attention. Maybe if she could act her own age, 19, then there could be a chance that she'd remember something, anything. She vaguely remembered someone, someone she had once been best friends with. But who? Absently, her fingers started to curl around something at her neck. Then she noticed there was nothing around her neck. *But there should be. There was. What was it?* She rubbed her temples and looked towards the ceiling, closing her eyes.
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"Quisty?"
"Go away, chowdah butt!"
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"Uh...Instructor?"
Her eyes snapped open and she looked abruptly at one one of her more loyal Trepies--too loyal, who was staring at her
worriedly. "What is it?" She asked, assuming a calm expression while inwardly groaning. *Don't ask me out again. Please. Why did you have to interrupt me..I finally remembered something..*
"Are you alright?"
"Yes..I'm fine."
Damon [the Trepie] nodded and walked back to his seat. Quistis continued staring into space. Damn GFs. Sure, they were useful in battles, but did they have to take away memories? *And I could have used some of those memories now...* She thought bitterly. *I remember they were happy ones, but who were the people? Where was I?* It took her a moment to notice a a student's raised hand. "Yes?"
"Um..it's time..to go.." She stated softly.
"Oh, class dismissed." *I really shouldn't be teaching anymore. I never even pay attention. I have enough gil saved to last my
entire life, probably...and if that runs out, I can just take up another job somewhere else that forces me to concentrate. Anywhere but here. I'll think of it..someday..away from all these distractions.*
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"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" Cid asked. "You won't regret it?"
"Yes. I'm sure." Quistis answered quickly, pushing the resignation form to Cid.
"Why do you want to leave so suddenly?" Cid pressed, curious to know why one of the smartest people ever to set foot at
Balamb would want to leave so suddenly.
"I just..I just have to think things out. Maybe I can come back someday.."
"Well," Cid sighed. "If that's what you're sure you want--"
"I'm sure, sir." Quistis repeated, trying to maintain her patience and stay respectful.
"We'll always welcome you back if you ever choose to return."
"Thank you." Quistis said gratefully, then walked out the door, not sure if she would ever come back. "Well, at least that's done with..I'm finally free." Freedom. What would that be like?
The house she had found the previous day in the forest seemed to have no known inhabitants. Her belongings had been packed in a short time. Once her mind was made up, there was little that could stop her from. She had observed the entire place, checking everything that was in the house and found it fit for living. Dumping everything on the floor, she resolved to unpack later, and walked outside. She stopped short at the sight of something glowing in the dark, shaded grass. It glittered invitingly, seeming to taunt her. As she knelt by the glowing object and reached to pick up the object, a rush of memories consumed her.
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"It doesn't matter, you'll all be leaving tomorrow night." It does matter. I'll miss her. I'm never going to see her again after
after tonight. Why did they have to adopt us? Why couldn't I stay with her, forever and ever? I finally found someone who
cares about me. No one else ever has. My dad abandoned me when I was a kid. He kept getting drunk and hitting me until he finally got fed up and kicked me out of the house, yelling for me to never come back... I was barely four. So someone dumped me off at the orphanage because they didn't want me sleeping in their storeroom for the rest of my life. Then I met her. I always thought, after my mom died, that I'd never be happy again. But when I saw her, I knew she'd be different. She cared about me, maybe she even likes me. I don't know if I'll ever be able to tell her this, but I love her. Maybe she'll never find out. I got her something at the shop Matron took us to. She'll probably like it, hope she does, then she'll remember me. Squall's better than me at everything. Even she likes him better than me. But as long as I'm her best friend and not him, I guess I can live with it. As long as we stay together. We'll be friends, friends forever..
"I'll miss you." I love you. I'd have liked to say that to her. But that could scare her away from me. And I couldn't stand being
away from her. I saw with her until two seperate cars...seperate...drove up on the gravelly driveway. Matron said goodbye. That she'd miss us. Then the two of us stood, looking at each other. I think I was crying. I didn't really notice. Tears were in her eyes. I could tell she was trying her best not to. Was I? I didn't even care very much. What mattered was that I was leaving her. I'd been praying so hard, for some miracle to happen. That the same person would adopt us. Then we wouldn't be seperated. It hasn't happened. I guess I was always supposed to suffer. My family. Matron. Friends...my best friend. The only one that stood by me. They've all left me. I hugged her tightly. Couldn't let go. Couldn't, until they practically had to pry us apart. She believes that we'll meet again someday. I hope we do. But it won't be the same, will it?
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