Bitterness…
She woke up sweating in the dark. She could have sworn the dreams were becoming more and more real every night. But every night she woke up alone. What was Seifer doing there? Why was he watching her? Why didn't he stop her? She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. Why dwell on some meaningless dream? Go back to sleep. As soon as she lay down the alarm went off. She groaned as she threw off the covers of the Garden dorm room bed. The sun's rays slowly gave the room a soft glow. She looked out the balcony as she sipped her black coffee. Watching the sunrise always gave her a sense of hope. Hope for the hopeless… she thought to herself. Quistis put on her usual outfit and pinned up her long golden hair like usual.
Looking one last time in the mirror, she sighed at her hopelessness. Every morning since defeating Ultumicia, she asked herself, "Really Quistis, what's the point of this charade? He's no longer yours for the taking. He was never yours at all and Squall Leonhart never will be." And every morning she felt her heart break even more.
"Ok class!" 19 year old Quistis Trepe began as she quieted the class down. "Let's begin today's lesson." She continued the class as usual, letting nothing seem different about her. But deep inside of her, all she could think of was the dream. This time it felt so real. She didn't even feel the pain of the fall. What was Seifer doing there? He was a known criminal, a traitor and a just an all around enemy. Then why did she feel this way about him, in the dream, of course? Where was he any way? He must be living it real hard out there all alone…what is she thinking? What does she care any way? Why was it so real? Sure she'd thought of suicide before, but she knew it was not the answer. It won't solve anything. It won't bring Squall to her. In fact what would be even more depressing is what if she had done it? What if Quistis did commit suicide… and nobody cared? Well she wouldn't let them have the satisfaction. Besides suicide is the coward's way out, and Quistis Trepe was no coward.
She watched as she saw her friends sit and eat lunch together. Irvine Kinneas dressed in his best cowboy suit sat with an arm draped over the shoulders of the petite Selphie Tilmit, whose hair was growing longer and no longer flipped up at the sides. She was finally growing up, but still held her happy, cheerful, and childlike qualities. She leaned on Irvine's shoulder in a content manner. The ever so hyper Zell had mellowed down a tad as he gazed into the eyes of his new found love of Sally the library girl as she shyly blushed and popped a fry into her mouth. Zell just held her other hand. And finally the most famously romantic couple of the year, Rinoa Heartilly and Squall Leonhart. Rinoa cut her hair short and played with Squall's long locks as she smiled at him happily. Squall was now Commander of Garden and the role was suiting for him. It seemed that every other person was in a relationship except for Quistis. Well Quistis wouldn't stoop as low as to as to go out with the stupid Trepies. They were like a cult! She shuddered at the thought.
