A/N: Yay after I write this only two more chapters to go! I will have to finish this whole story by Friday because on Saturday I'm going on holiday for two weeks…I don't wanna go, you can't make me!!! _
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Forgotten
Chapter 8-I'm sorry
Squall walked to Rinoa's dorm, he stood there for a moment not exactly sure of what he was going to say to her. He just didn't want to have any more arguments with her, all because of the dreams with Sasha. It was ruining their relationship. He debated with himself whether he should see her now, after all it was half past twelve and she may be asleep. He could just go back to his dorm and see her in the morning, except he wants to see her now. He feels that by morning it may be to late to tell her because she's had to put up with another night of the horrific dreams she see's in her mind. He couldn't walk away now, could he?
He fiddled with a single red ripe rose he had in his hand, he half hid it behind his back in case she came out of her dormitory door and saw it.
Finally he came to the decision; he was going to see her now. He pulled out a key-card out of his pocket and swiped it into the locking mechanism, and surely the door opened.
The lamp on her bedside table dimly lighted the room. Squall stepped inside as he saw her lay on her bed, asleep.
He took in a deep breath and forced himself to go nearer her, as he neared the bed he stooped and looked at her. Even though she was asleep, she looked as though she had been crying.
Maybe she had cried herself to sleep.
Squall placed his hand on her delicate cheek where the old tears were still moist. She looked so innocent sleeping, almost like a young child. A young child lost, not knowing what was going on in its life.
Squall took his hand away as she stirred in her sleep, but she did not awaken. Looking down on her it seemed as though she was having a bad dream. She was violently shaking her head as if trying to hide from what visions she would see in her mind.
Probably about Sasha…
She suddenly mumbles something in her sleep. "Stop"
Her dreams.
She dreams of Sasha murdering, killing in her mind, maybe evil. It's torturing her mind; everyday she has to live through seeing Sasha being normal. Whilst at the same time remembers though sights she sees in her dreams.
Squall looked down on her worried, he wonders whether she was ill or just tired. Perhaps it was just a dream, perhaps she had been stressed lately and since a new arrival, confusion had caused the bad dreams.
Perhaps…perhaps it was true. Perhaps everything that she had ever dreamed about was going to come true, one day.
She stirs violently again and a small tear rolls down her face. Squall put out his hand and wiped the tear away. The tear was probably more fear than sadness, or perhaps it was both.
H picked up his rose, which he had brought for her. Why do people buy roses for their loved ones? Respect? Sympathy?
Sympathy…
Thinking about it, he had originally brought it for sympathy. For showing that he did still care for her and hope that she wouldn't be angry at him for not taking it as seriously as he should do.
Looking at her now, he suddenly understood her. Why she was upset and why she didn't want much to do with Sasha. He certainly knew he would react the same if it happened the other way around. If he had the dreams, he would have warned her and looked out for her, the same as she is trying to do for him, but he wasn't really letting her.
Sympathy now wasn't the reason for the rose. It was forgiveness. Forgiveness of not being there for her the last few days when she probably needed him the most. Forgiveness for not understanding her sooner.
On the rose there was a little rose where you could write a message. He had left it blank before as he thought he wouldn't really need to put anything on it, now he did. He took out a pen and wrote a message inside it and then placed the rose next to her on the bed.
I'm sorry…
A/N: Yeah I know it's not the longest chapter in the world but I'll try and make the next chapter a nice long one. Okay you know that long blue button at the bottom left hand corner. All you have to do is click on that and put a few little words in the box that comes up on the screen about my story. ^_ ^ Once again thanks for taking time and effort to read my story even if you're laughing so hard you need the toilet because it's so rubbish. !REVIEW!
