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He was so handsome in his long tan trench coat, sparkling brown eyes looking down at her. The black cowboy hat perched lazily on his head sending a shadow across his face. How could she not have chosen him. Tender and caring he would always be there for the rest of her life. His hand was arm in hers, his thumb stroking along her pale fingers.

Seifer stalked out of the clearing leaving the two of them there. She looked after him for a moment, a tinge of sadness touching her. Quistis was not regretting her decision because she knew it was what she wanted. It only hurt her to see Seifer so heart broken again.

"I'm sorry Seifer" she called after him frowning. Seifer didn't turn or look back, leaving only a trail of disturbed cherry blossoms in his wake. Irvine touched her face calling her attention back to him. At that instant he was all she saw.

The wind blew around them, sending a shower of petals into their long hair. The petals clung there pink and delicate, like a symbol of their love. Their love that would always drift so lightly as they moved through life. Her blond hair brushed against his face, tickling his cheekbone.

"Oh Quistis" he said his rich voice calling out to her. His sparkling brown eyes searched hers, as he tucked their piece of wayward hair behind her ear. Irvine has been waiting a lifetime for this to come.

He cupped her face in his long fingered hands, and placed his lips against hers. Her world exploded in a sensation of colors and music. Who knew that it could have been so perfect there. Settled in his arms, like she had belonged there her whole life.

"Irvine, I love you" she whispered against his lips.

"I love you too, my Quistis" he said back pulling her tighter to him.

Perhaps maybe she did belong there, She belonged with Irvine Kinneas. Perhaps she had been a little in love with him all along. Ever since that day he had arrived to rescue them in the desert prison. That long legged stride, the ease he handled his weapon.

When he had back down from shooting Edea, it showed Quistis that he had compassion in his heart. She had always felt a great sorrow she couldn't have been there with him at that moment.

So many battles they had stood beside each other. Working as a team, saving the world. Of course he had fallen for her. What more could she had wanted from him?

Quistis could remember when they were children. Irvine had picked her a flower every single day. She would always take them and tuck them behind her ear. He always told her that the flower looked very pretty, but she always looked better.

She giggled at the thought and told him what she was thinking of. He laughed in return kissing her again.

He pulled back lifting her from the ground and twirling her around. His coat wrapped around her legs. Forever she could rest there in his arms, safe and warm. His kiss was all the colors of the world, sending joy spreading through her entire being. It was all she would ever need in life.

He had shown her how to fly that night on the lighthouse rooftop. Showed her that she needed to let go of her inhibitions and become the woman she had been meant to be.



Years later she looked back on her decision, and decided she could have chosen no better. Irvine had made her happy, given her two beautiful children and a lifetime of freedom.