Chapter 24
It's been a week since the wedding. Squall and Rinoa haven't spoken to each other. In fact Squall has moved on with his life. He's put more thought into his work than on his social life. As for Quistis and Seifer well, that's another story. Quistis ran into an old friend from school at Selphie's wedding. He's the photographer for the wedding pictures. So for the past week, she's been spending her time with him. Seifer has taken notice and decides to convene. Quistis saw Seifer heading in her direction, so she sent Lucky away.
Seifer: You've been all right?
Quistis: Sure. I've been fine (if fine meant heartsick and lonely).
She could have told him the truth, but she had promised herself she would hang on to her pride, at least. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. He wondered if he'd missed the only chance at a future with the only woman he ever really loved.
Seifer: I—I've missed you.
Quistis stared at him in amazement. She thought her heart might have stopped.
Seifer: I've missed you like hell, Quistis.
Quistis: Then why didn't you come to me?
Seifer: I couldn't. Not after what I've put you through.
Quistis: I loved you anyway.
Seifer: Do you…love me still?
His gaze captured hers and held it prisoner as he waited for her answer.
Quistis: I've spent the last few weeks trying to get over you.
Seifer: And have you?
Quistis said nothing. She stared up at him, hating him for doing this to her, for knocking down all the walls she spent the last few weeks building, for taking away her pretense of calm control. He leaned down over her, bracing one knee against the seat of the bench, his arms effectively corralling her in place.
Seifer: Have you gotten over me, Quistis?
Quistis tried to turn her head away, but he caught her chin with one hand and tilted it up so she had no choice but to look at him.
Quistis: No.
A lone tear teetered on the corner of her lashes, then spilled over, washing away her last hope of keeping her pride in tact.
Seifer: Then why the hell are you here with another man?
The jealousy and anger was unmistakable.
Quistis: Who Lucky? He's an old friend.
Seifer: You aren't seeing each other?
Quistis: No! Not that it's any of your business.
Seifer took a step back from her, jamming his hands at the waist of his pants. His scoul darkened from black to bottomless.
Seifer: It damn well is my business, Quistis.
Quistis: Oh, is that right.
Quistis sarcastically said, one brow rising in mocking inquiry.
Quistis: And why is that?
Seifer: Because…I love you!
It's been a week since the wedding. Squall and Rinoa haven't spoken to each other. In fact Squall has moved on with his life. He's put more thought into his work than on his social life. As for Quistis and Seifer well, that's another story. Quistis ran into an old friend from school at Selphie's wedding. He's the photographer for the wedding pictures. So for the past week, she's been spending her time with him. Seifer has taken notice and decides to convene. Quistis saw Seifer heading in her direction, so she sent Lucky away.
Seifer: You've been all right?
Quistis: Sure. I've been fine (if fine meant heartsick and lonely).
She could have told him the truth, but she had promised herself she would hang on to her pride, at least. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. He wondered if he'd missed the only chance at a future with the only woman he ever really loved.
Seifer: I—I've missed you.
Quistis stared at him in amazement. She thought her heart might have stopped.
Seifer: I've missed you like hell, Quistis.
Quistis: Then why didn't you come to me?
Seifer: I couldn't. Not after what I've put you through.
Quistis: I loved you anyway.
Seifer: Do you…love me still?
His gaze captured hers and held it prisoner as he waited for her answer.
Quistis: I've spent the last few weeks trying to get over you.
Seifer: And have you?
Quistis said nothing. She stared up at him, hating him for doing this to her, for knocking down all the walls she spent the last few weeks building, for taking away her pretense of calm control. He leaned down over her, bracing one knee against the seat of the bench, his arms effectively corralling her in place.
Seifer: Have you gotten over me, Quistis?
Quistis tried to turn her head away, but he caught her chin with one hand and tilted it up so she had no choice but to look at him.
Quistis: No.
A lone tear teetered on the corner of her lashes, then spilled over, washing away her last hope of keeping her pride in tact.
Seifer: Then why the hell are you here with another man?
The jealousy and anger was unmistakable.
Quistis: Who Lucky? He's an old friend.
Seifer: You aren't seeing each other?
Quistis: No! Not that it's any of your business.
Seifer took a step back from her, jamming his hands at the waist of his pants. His scoul darkened from black to bottomless.
Seifer: It damn well is my business, Quistis.
Quistis: Oh, is that right.
Quistis sarcastically said, one brow rising in mocking inquiry.
Quistis: And why is that?
Seifer: Because…I love you!
