"To Love someone who Loves you in return, This is the happiness everyone searches for."
Her blue eyes trailed towards the open window, towards the reluctant skies before her. Everything seemed filled with serenity, filled with her lost thoughts. Quistis took in a deep breath, as a smile crept upon her pale face. How she longed to be with him, how she wanted to feel his gentle fingers across her pale skin. She hesitated, as she gaped out the sky before her.
Thoughts were left at that. That was nearly all they were good for. Quistis took in a deep breath, as she arose from the bed and onto her feet. Her arms slowly crossed her chest, as she stood in the silence that became her. She hid it all so well, if she hadn't known better. Her feelings were drenched, like the calm of a broken stream. Like there were no tomorrow...and no hope.
She reminisced of how it used to be, they were more than anything she could have questioned herself. More than that word of friendship. She could have never imagined a woman like she befallen into such a 'trap'. What was it all for, Quistis would often question herself, never waiting for much of an answer. What could have told her anything, when she hadn't bother to care much herself.
Why hadn't she stopped thinking about him? She remembered how his bluish eyes trailed the room that night, watching as the cast shadows reflected from his open window. He laid there, nearly lifeless, as he stared blankly up at the ceiling. There was more than nothing in which he could have told her. She wouldn't bother to listen...or would she have?
Irvine's eyes fell upon the door, as he noticed a slim figure walking in, as though she was invited willingly. He quickly sat up, as he gazed at her. Her ice blue eyes questioning him, although, her rosy red lips didn't. She looked as she would have on the regular days, but her eyes told so much. Irvine sat there, in the quietness that swept between them, oddly.
It had probably been the very first time, he hadn't not one word to say to her. He recalled those memorable days, where discussion was more than willing. But everything seemed so distant, or what had became of them. Quistis stared at him, emotionless, as she stood several feet away from his bed. Her face laid pale, against the glistening of the moon that shone in.
Irvine hesitated, as he watched her slowly make way to him. What he hadn't at all noticed was the tears she surpressed, the tears she held back. Her eyes fell upon him briefly, studying what seemed to be his features.
Her voice was fragile, soft against the cool air and silence, "...Can you just hold me?" He gaped up at her, his palms pressed against the bed. Somehow he had given her a signal, as she then laid down beside him, burying her head into his chest. Irvine leaned back slightly against the headboard, as she held tightly onto him. Her sobs unbearable as she let it out, muffled.
They didn't say one thing to each other that night, nor had he at the least tried to comfort her. All she knew, was that he did as he told. He left that morning, without even the least of a good-bye.
She let out a soft laughter. And people question why am I so cold..she thought with a slight smile. That was nearly 5 months ago, how time drifted passed her so simply. Quistis thought of those words that seemed to always echoe in her mind. And what was this about roses and thorns? The only rose that couldn't have survived the thorns was a rose itself.
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