Final Fantasy VIII
Love Unrequited
By: Michael Montgomery
Just a little tale in the back of my head, don't really know what direction it will take. I suppose it's after the Ultimecia War, that'll make things easier to coincide. Note I am only subjecting characters made by Squaresoft. Just a waver so that way I don't get pounced by moderators, you know the drill.
~ Session One ~
Tides roll in, effortless and for all eternity. Time, a never-ending story, the beginning, long forgotten. We all lose our sight on our purpose at times and we all lose heart eventually. But through the torrent clouds, past the desolate storm so fierce...light awaits us all. Heh...or so I thought. Now I am nothing once more...bathed in darkness, the light she once gave me, long gone yet not forgotten. And to make matters worse...now I have to lie on some bed and tell my therapist of all my pains. For me...that's no easy task.
"Squall, this is our thirty-second session, and yet you still insist upon telling me nothing?" ask a woman, the words passing over her cherry colored lips. Her tone is slightly annoyed as her lovely blue gaze stares at Squall with puzzlement.
"Listen Quistis...I already told you, I don't want to talk about anything today..."
"Are you forgetting that I AM your certified therapist? Its because you've been falling and not doing your task as the Headmaster that got you this." She retorts, mildly rolling her eyes from behind the clear clean lenses of her spectacles.
He holds up a hand and waves it a bit in dismissal. "You don't have to remind me...it's not like I'm stupid."
"Not stupid Squall, just heartbroken...C'mon Squall, let me help."
"There is nothing wrong with me...could you just, I don't know, lay off?"
Afterwards, the room grows silent, the sound of a ticking grandfather clock, filling the room. Squall taps his fingers on the top of the leather-textured couch. His gaze sliding over the ceiling of his office, the Headmaster's office, definitely not a position he wanted when he got it, nor does he truly wish to still have. Suddenly, a loud smack of a paper tablet slamming the ground catches his attention, looking to the floor and seeing a pen roll away. Above him, Quistis stands with her fist to her side; clenched in somewhat anger.
"Squall...I don't believe how much you've changed since she left. Before you were so nice to everyone, treated them like they were the best things you had going for you, other than Rinoa. You had friends before she left for heaven's sake!" stamping her foot, he can see her pearly white teeth clenched tightly behind the sneer across her delicate lips. "And damnit...I want to see that Squall again. I-I want to be with that Squall again..." Softly, her voice begins to trail, a lingering sadness within her vocals. Her facial expression drastically changes, her eyebrows jutting upward a bit, wiggling tenderly, roughly the same as her bottom lip. Her azure eyes now shimmering as they glaze with tears.
"To be with that Squall again...? You make it sound like we were more than friends..." Sitting up on the couch, he tosses his legs over the other side, standing up slowly opposite from her, his back facing the emotionally defeated Quistis. "...and everyone knows, including you, that we weren't. Now excuse me...I have stuff I need to do."
As faint as she can whisper without realizing she even does this, his name slowly rolls off her tongue. "Squall..." lightly outstretched is her hand, grasping for something she can never hold.
The sounds of Squall's boots, thudding softly to the marble floor beneath his feet, fill the room. He keeps his gaze towards the two oak doors ahead of him, making his way to the elevator and away from the stress the woman behind him brings to him. His gaze is hazy, feeling tears even forming in his eyes regarding the love he lost...the love the left him. Shaking his head tenderly from side to side, he waves off this shockwave of sadness, his brown silken bangs tenderly dangling in front of his eyes. There is a loud thud of sorts that echo's through the silent room, as Quistis drops to her knees in desperation, exhaustion, and pain. But Squall keeps going, pushing open the two oak doors, leaving her to wallow in her own self-misery.
"Wh-what was I thinking...getting so emotional. Some therapist I am...inducing even more stress to my one an only patient..." Tenderly, she begins to sob. A few stray tears cascading down her cheeks and pelting the smooth marble floor. He bows her head down, resting her forehead to the leather couch and tossing her arms atop it as well, letting her sadness drain out in tears. Her fist clench once more, her arms and such still clad, as usual, in her dark black elbow length gloves. "Why am I such a failure at everything..."
~End Session One~
I know, a bit short, but I wasn't going to ramble on and on for my trial to see if its any good. So yeah, read and review. Flames are welcome so I know what to correct. Anyway, if things get reviewed well I'll continue. Peace out everyone.
Love Unrequited
By: Michael Montgomery
Just a little tale in the back of my head, don't really know what direction it will take. I suppose it's after the Ultimecia War, that'll make things easier to coincide. Note I am only subjecting characters made by Squaresoft. Just a waver so that way I don't get pounced by moderators, you know the drill.
~ Session One ~
Tides roll in, effortless and for all eternity. Time, a never-ending story, the beginning, long forgotten. We all lose our sight on our purpose at times and we all lose heart eventually. But through the torrent clouds, past the desolate storm so fierce...light awaits us all. Heh...or so I thought. Now I am nothing once more...bathed in darkness, the light she once gave me, long gone yet not forgotten. And to make matters worse...now I have to lie on some bed and tell my therapist of all my pains. For me...that's no easy task.
"Squall, this is our thirty-second session, and yet you still insist upon telling me nothing?" ask a woman, the words passing over her cherry colored lips. Her tone is slightly annoyed as her lovely blue gaze stares at Squall with puzzlement.
"Listen Quistis...I already told you, I don't want to talk about anything today..."
"Are you forgetting that I AM your certified therapist? Its because you've been falling and not doing your task as the Headmaster that got you this." She retorts, mildly rolling her eyes from behind the clear clean lenses of her spectacles.
He holds up a hand and waves it a bit in dismissal. "You don't have to remind me...it's not like I'm stupid."
"Not stupid Squall, just heartbroken...C'mon Squall, let me help."
"There is nothing wrong with me...could you just, I don't know, lay off?"
Afterwards, the room grows silent, the sound of a ticking grandfather clock, filling the room. Squall taps his fingers on the top of the leather-textured couch. His gaze sliding over the ceiling of his office, the Headmaster's office, definitely not a position he wanted when he got it, nor does he truly wish to still have. Suddenly, a loud smack of a paper tablet slamming the ground catches his attention, looking to the floor and seeing a pen roll away. Above him, Quistis stands with her fist to her side; clenched in somewhat anger.
"Squall...I don't believe how much you've changed since she left. Before you were so nice to everyone, treated them like they were the best things you had going for you, other than Rinoa. You had friends before she left for heaven's sake!" stamping her foot, he can see her pearly white teeth clenched tightly behind the sneer across her delicate lips. "And damnit...I want to see that Squall again. I-I want to be with that Squall again..." Softly, her voice begins to trail, a lingering sadness within her vocals. Her facial expression drastically changes, her eyebrows jutting upward a bit, wiggling tenderly, roughly the same as her bottom lip. Her azure eyes now shimmering as they glaze with tears.
"To be with that Squall again...? You make it sound like we were more than friends..." Sitting up on the couch, he tosses his legs over the other side, standing up slowly opposite from her, his back facing the emotionally defeated Quistis. "...and everyone knows, including you, that we weren't. Now excuse me...I have stuff I need to do."
As faint as she can whisper without realizing she even does this, his name slowly rolls off her tongue. "Squall..." lightly outstretched is her hand, grasping for something she can never hold.
The sounds of Squall's boots, thudding softly to the marble floor beneath his feet, fill the room. He keeps his gaze towards the two oak doors ahead of him, making his way to the elevator and away from the stress the woman behind him brings to him. His gaze is hazy, feeling tears even forming in his eyes regarding the love he lost...the love the left him. Shaking his head tenderly from side to side, he waves off this shockwave of sadness, his brown silken bangs tenderly dangling in front of his eyes. There is a loud thud of sorts that echo's through the silent room, as Quistis drops to her knees in desperation, exhaustion, and pain. But Squall keeps going, pushing open the two oak doors, leaving her to wallow in her own self-misery.
"Wh-what was I thinking...getting so emotional. Some therapist I am...inducing even more stress to my one an only patient..." Tenderly, she begins to sob. A few stray tears cascading down her cheeks and pelting the smooth marble floor. He bows her head down, resting her forehead to the leather couch and tossing her arms atop it as well, letting her sadness drain out in tears. Her fist clench once more, her arms and such still clad, as usual, in her dark black elbow length gloves. "Why am I such a failure at everything..."
~End Session One~
I know, a bit short, but I wasn't going to ramble on and on for my trial to see if its any good. So yeah, read and review. Flames are welcome so I know what to correct. Anyway, if things get reviewed well I'll continue. Peace out everyone.