Empty Fields
"Squall!" Rinoa screamed her heart out, but she couldn't find him. She was here, in the field they had promised she could always find him. There was nothing here but stormy clouds and dying flowers. The wind ruthlessly whipped Rinoa's raven black hair across her face, stinging her cheeks.
As it started to rain all Rinoa could do was stand there. Where could he have gone? Had he forgotten about their promise? She knew though, deep in her heart, that he would never forget. So Rinoa didn't give up.
"Squall!!!" She screamed louder, over the wail of the wind and beating of the rain. She ran against the current of the wind, screaming and screaming, as if his name were the only word she knew. Flowers crumbled and surrendered themselves to the wind under Rinoa's frantic feet. She clasped at the ring around her neck, the memory of Squall embedded into it's depths, and bringing back lovely thoughts of the silent warrior.
Rinoa was about to give up, but there was a nagging feeling at her chest. It told her over and over that all wasn't lost yet. It told her that Squall was in trouble. HER Squall; he was in trouble. Rinoa got off her kness that she had fallen on in despair, and screamed to the wind.
"I don't care who or WHAT is keeping me from him, but you can't keep me away from him, I will find Squall!" As her last outburst lingered in the air, the wind picked up, even scattering the clear blue sky as well as the remaining flowers and grass. Rinoa found herself on a deserted crusty dirt plain. The dirt was grey, as well as the ominous clouds above.
She walked on the crust, hearing the crunching of the scarred earth under her feet and feeling, more and more, that Squall was near. Rinoa soon grew tired of walking, but didn't even care. She pushed her legs with the hope of finding Squall spurring her on. As she kept walking, she saw a faint line through the thick fog. It looked like a hill, but as she got closer, she realized it was whom she'd been looking for for so long.
As Rinoa got closer, fear etched at her heart as she saw that he was barely breathing. A faint tear streak was on his cheek. Rinoa felt her owns tear threatening to spill. She fell down and grabbed his light form, pulling it up to her own. She buried her head in Squall's chest, dampening his white shirt from her flowing tears. Now that they came, they never seemed to stop.
"Squall! Don't leave me, please" She begged. As her last plea drifted into the dark clouds, it seemed to be a shield, pushing them away. Her tears on the ground were like holy water, watering the dead seeds in the ground, making them flourish. The sky returned, beautiful and blue as ever, with the lush vegetation sprouting up as well.
As Squall slowly opened his eyes, all Rinoa could do was smile, as he gave a bewildered smile back. Their tears forgotten and love remembered, they sat there for hours, until Matron found them. That field, forever on, never grew old. It always flourished, even in the Winter, the flowers never ceased to be bright, as if it were still Spring. The grass always remained feathery to the touch and always waved sweetly to all visitors. Under one's feet, the flowers would never crush, nor would the grass ever flatten, and it stayed that way, even after Squall and Rinoa's children's children had grown up, it remained forever beautiful and youthful.
For it was watered with the purest love of two lost souls.
"Squall!" Rinoa screamed her heart out, but she couldn't find him. She was here, in the field they had promised she could always find him. There was nothing here but stormy clouds and dying flowers. The wind ruthlessly whipped Rinoa's raven black hair across her face, stinging her cheeks.
As it started to rain all Rinoa could do was stand there. Where could he have gone? Had he forgotten about their promise? She knew though, deep in her heart, that he would never forget. So Rinoa didn't give up.
"Squall!!!" She screamed louder, over the wail of the wind and beating of the rain. She ran against the current of the wind, screaming and screaming, as if his name were the only word she knew. Flowers crumbled and surrendered themselves to the wind under Rinoa's frantic feet. She clasped at the ring around her neck, the memory of Squall embedded into it's depths, and bringing back lovely thoughts of the silent warrior.
Rinoa was about to give up, but there was a nagging feeling at her chest. It told her over and over that all wasn't lost yet. It told her that Squall was in trouble. HER Squall; he was in trouble. Rinoa got off her kness that she had fallen on in despair, and screamed to the wind.
"I don't care who or WHAT is keeping me from him, but you can't keep me away from him, I will find Squall!" As her last outburst lingered in the air, the wind picked up, even scattering the clear blue sky as well as the remaining flowers and grass. Rinoa found herself on a deserted crusty dirt plain. The dirt was grey, as well as the ominous clouds above.
She walked on the crust, hearing the crunching of the scarred earth under her feet and feeling, more and more, that Squall was near. Rinoa soon grew tired of walking, but didn't even care. She pushed her legs with the hope of finding Squall spurring her on. As she kept walking, she saw a faint line through the thick fog. It looked like a hill, but as she got closer, she realized it was whom she'd been looking for for so long.
As Rinoa got closer, fear etched at her heart as she saw that he was barely breathing. A faint tear streak was on his cheek. Rinoa felt her owns tear threatening to spill. She fell down and grabbed his light form, pulling it up to her own. She buried her head in Squall's chest, dampening his white shirt from her flowing tears. Now that they came, they never seemed to stop.
"Squall! Don't leave me, please" She begged. As her last plea drifted into the dark clouds, it seemed to be a shield, pushing them away. Her tears on the ground were like holy water, watering the dead seeds in the ground, making them flourish. The sky returned, beautiful and blue as ever, with the lush vegetation sprouting up as well.
As Squall slowly opened his eyes, all Rinoa could do was smile, as he gave a bewildered smile back. Their tears forgotten and love remembered, they sat there for hours, until Matron found them. That field, forever on, never grew old. It always flourished, even in the Winter, the flowers never ceased to be bright, as if it were still Spring. The grass always remained feathery to the touch and always waved sweetly to all visitors. Under one's feet, the flowers would never crush, nor would the grass ever flatten, and it stayed that way, even after Squall and Rinoa's children's children had grown up, it remained forever beautiful and youthful.
For it was watered with the purest love of two lost souls.