A Handful of Dust
What am I?
Sometimes that was the first question I ask myself when I wake up. I am Zell Dincht, I
would say in my mind. Zell Dincht, one of the top SeeDs in Balamb Garden, and the lover of
hotdogs. Zell Dincht, the son of Ma Dincht. That answered to the question of who am I but it
never told me what am I.
The crisis with the Sorceress was over, finally. Things went back to normal after the
Garden was fully repaired and the events that threatened the world was pushed to the back of
everyone's mind and became merely another page of history to be read in class. And to the ones
that were involved in those events, they became memories, soon to be covered in darkness and
forgotten. After all, we are SeeDs; we cannot go onto our missions without junctioning GFs,
even if we wished to. But for me, perhaps it is a blessing that these events would be forgotten in
the near future.
What am I?
My companions no longer remember me. It had only been five years since the end of that
adventure, yet there would be no recognition within their eyes if I should walk past them. Squall
became the Headmaster of the Garden after Cid retired, and he married Rinoa soon after. Quistis
became the main coordinator of all SeeD missions along with Xu. Selphie and Irvine became the
instructors of mid range and long range weapons, respectively. And Seifer...Seifer was accepted
back to the Garden and became the top Mission SeeD of Balamb Garden, never failing any of the
assignments he was given.
As for me, I was forgotten, gradually disappearing from their mind and then completely
gone.
What am I?
Sometimes I imagined that there was a spark of recognition in Irvine's eyes when he
walks past me. Sometimes I hoped that Quistis might see me and remember, and would ask me
how I've been doing. Sometimes I wished that Squall would glare at me and tell me to shut up
again. But those 'sometimes' never became real. I was nothing but a name on a piece of paper
now.
What am I?
I never get to see him much. Our quarters are very close as I am also one of the top
Mission SeeDs, but the assignments constantly take us away from the Garden. The only times
that I get to see him was during the annual SeeD Recognition Ball, where the cadets that passed
the field test receive the honor of becoming true SeeDs, and where the professionals receive
recognition for the things they've done. And I would see him then, green eyes bright and
triumphant at the applause that sounds at his name, blond hair gelled back yet somehow always
messed up, dressed in his gray trench coat even though the occasion calls for formal wear.
I would stand at the back of the room so that I have a clear view of the podium, with a
glass of red wine in my hand, watching him, telling him in my mind to turn around and see me.
See me and recognize me, and maybe even come over to insult me. And he would walk forward
to the podium to receive his award, sweep his eyes across the room, and never see me.
What am I?
It is foolish of me to dream, I know. But who can ever control who their love is?
Sometimes I wished that I didn't have such a good memory and would forget all of them, and
him, just as they had forgotten me. But then, I would lie in my bed, dreading the day that the
memories would flee.
Who am I? I am Zell Dincht, one of the top SeeDs in Balamb Garden, and the lover of
hotdogs.
And what am I?
I am nothing more than a handful of dust.
What am I?
Sometimes that was the first question I ask myself when I wake up. I am Zell Dincht, I
would say in my mind. Zell Dincht, one of the top SeeDs in Balamb Garden, and the lover of
hotdogs. Zell Dincht, the son of Ma Dincht. That answered to the question of who am I but it
never told me what am I.
The crisis with the Sorceress was over, finally. Things went back to normal after the
Garden was fully repaired and the events that threatened the world was pushed to the back of
everyone's mind and became merely another page of history to be read in class. And to the ones
that were involved in those events, they became memories, soon to be covered in darkness and
forgotten. After all, we are SeeDs; we cannot go onto our missions without junctioning GFs,
even if we wished to. But for me, perhaps it is a blessing that these events would be forgotten in
the near future.
What am I?
My companions no longer remember me. It had only been five years since the end of that
adventure, yet there would be no recognition within their eyes if I should walk past them. Squall
became the Headmaster of the Garden after Cid retired, and he married Rinoa soon after. Quistis
became the main coordinator of all SeeD missions along with Xu. Selphie and Irvine became the
instructors of mid range and long range weapons, respectively. And Seifer...Seifer was accepted
back to the Garden and became the top Mission SeeD of Balamb Garden, never failing any of the
assignments he was given.
As for me, I was forgotten, gradually disappearing from their mind and then completely
gone.
What am I?
Sometimes I imagined that there was a spark of recognition in Irvine's eyes when he
walks past me. Sometimes I hoped that Quistis might see me and remember, and would ask me
how I've been doing. Sometimes I wished that Squall would glare at me and tell me to shut up
again. But those 'sometimes' never became real. I was nothing but a name on a piece of paper
now.
What am I?
I never get to see him much. Our quarters are very close as I am also one of the top
Mission SeeDs, but the assignments constantly take us away from the Garden. The only times
that I get to see him was during the annual SeeD Recognition Ball, where the cadets that passed
the field test receive the honor of becoming true SeeDs, and where the professionals receive
recognition for the things they've done. And I would see him then, green eyes bright and
triumphant at the applause that sounds at his name, blond hair gelled back yet somehow always
messed up, dressed in his gray trench coat even though the occasion calls for formal wear.
I would stand at the back of the room so that I have a clear view of the podium, with a
glass of red wine in my hand, watching him, telling him in my mind to turn around and see me.
See me and recognize me, and maybe even come over to insult me. And he would walk forward
to the podium to receive his award, sweep his eyes across the room, and never see me.
What am I?
It is foolish of me to dream, I know. But who can ever control who their love is?
Sometimes I wished that I didn't have such a good memory and would forget all of them, and
him, just as they had forgotten me. But then, I would lie in my bed, dreading the day that the
memories would flee.
Who am I? I am Zell Dincht, one of the top SeeDs in Balamb Garden, and the lover of
hotdogs.
And what am I?
I am nothing more than a handful of dust.