Chapter 5 - What would you do?
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Seifer stood in his bedroom, holding the blood stained shirt in his hands, clutching it tightly to his chest, not understanding why Squall had done it.
"Squall." Seifer choked on his name, the tears pooling in his eyes as he stared down at his gunblade, unsheathed and waiting for him on the bed. He lifted the shirt to his nose, inhaling the scent of blood and the scent of Squall's skin, inflicted into the material, sending a thrill of love down his veins, burning his blood as he gently lowered the shirt onto the bed, grasping Hyperion's handle as he raised it, reversing it to rest the blade against his neck.
"Don't do that." Squall's voice made him spin, dropping Hyperion to the ground. Squall stood there, perfect expect for a scar where he had driven the knife into his heart.
"Squall." Seifer felt his tears spill over as he reached out, trying to touch him.
"Seifer, you probably don't realise this, but I was already dead when you brought me here, when you spoke to me." Squall's voice was still hardly above a whisper, but it echoed in the silence of Seifer's house.
"Then how?"
"I've been caught in a loop. Every year, on the exact day, that first day you saw me in the market, I saw you, but the next day I never returned to the market, instead I spent the day alone and then the next day I killed myself. My life was one big stuff up. I was on my twentieth repeat when I returned to the market the second day, when you introduced yourself to me. You showed me that killing myself wasn't the only answer, that though my life was low, something would come to fix it. That something was you and I can't be alive, but I can thank you for helping me. I wish this was all a nightmare, that I was still alive, asleep in your arms, but it's not, it's real and no matter how hard I try, I will never be alive." Squall touched Seifer's hand, drawing him into his arms. Seifer inhaled the scent that he had come to love, in three days he had come to love someone so much it hurt him to know he would never see him again.
"Squall, could you have changed anything at all? Could you have not killed yourself?"
"No, I had to kill myself. The message I had to learn didn't prevent me from killing myself, but it showed me what I needed to know. But I do love you Seifer." Squall whispered the words in his ear and then kissed his lips.
"Don't kill yourself. Don't go through the pain I did. I wonder, can I give you something?" Seifer nodded, his hands gently clutching Squall's, trying to ensure that he was there, that he wasn't a dream.
"Every night, for as long as you want, I'll come and see you in your dreams. We can do anything you want to then. It's the closest thing to life I can give you."
"It's more than I ever hoped. I thought I'd never see you again." Seifer's voice broke as he whispered the words and Squall drew him into a hug, kissing his forehead.
"Just remember. Don't kill yourself. It's not the only option." Squall stepped back then, fading out of sight.
AN: Not done yet, just the epilogue to go. Review and tell me what you think. If any of my wonderful readers was following the Voltress net early last year I think it was, you would have seen a competition running, writing a story to a plot Julie had thought of. This story won the prize. So stick around for the ending will ya? Thanks. Don't forget to review. (Looks at email address, waiting hopefully for a review, starts to mope as nothing appears.)
Seifer stood in his bedroom, holding the blood stained shirt in his hands, clutching it tightly to his chest, not understanding why Squall had done it.
"Squall." Seifer choked on his name, the tears pooling in his eyes as he stared down at his gunblade, unsheathed and waiting for him on the bed. He lifted the shirt to his nose, inhaling the scent of blood and the scent of Squall's skin, inflicted into the material, sending a thrill of love down his veins, burning his blood as he gently lowered the shirt onto the bed, grasping Hyperion's handle as he raised it, reversing it to rest the blade against his neck.
"Don't do that." Squall's voice made him spin, dropping Hyperion to the ground. Squall stood there, perfect expect for a scar where he had driven the knife into his heart.
"Squall." Seifer felt his tears spill over as he reached out, trying to touch him.
"Seifer, you probably don't realise this, but I was already dead when you brought me here, when you spoke to me." Squall's voice was still hardly above a whisper, but it echoed in the silence of Seifer's house.
"Then how?"
"I've been caught in a loop. Every year, on the exact day, that first day you saw me in the market, I saw you, but the next day I never returned to the market, instead I spent the day alone and then the next day I killed myself. My life was one big stuff up. I was on my twentieth repeat when I returned to the market the second day, when you introduced yourself to me. You showed me that killing myself wasn't the only answer, that though my life was low, something would come to fix it. That something was you and I can't be alive, but I can thank you for helping me. I wish this was all a nightmare, that I was still alive, asleep in your arms, but it's not, it's real and no matter how hard I try, I will never be alive." Squall touched Seifer's hand, drawing him into his arms. Seifer inhaled the scent that he had come to love, in three days he had come to love someone so much it hurt him to know he would never see him again.
"Squall, could you have changed anything at all? Could you have not killed yourself?"
"No, I had to kill myself. The message I had to learn didn't prevent me from killing myself, but it showed me what I needed to know. But I do love you Seifer." Squall whispered the words in his ear and then kissed his lips.
"Don't kill yourself. Don't go through the pain I did. I wonder, can I give you something?" Seifer nodded, his hands gently clutching Squall's, trying to ensure that he was there, that he wasn't a dream.
"Every night, for as long as you want, I'll come and see you in your dreams. We can do anything you want to then. It's the closest thing to life I can give you."
"It's more than I ever hoped. I thought I'd never see you again." Seifer's voice broke as he whispered the words and Squall drew him into a hug, kissing his forehead.
"Just remember. Don't kill yourself. It's not the only option." Squall stepped back then, fading out of sight.
AN: Not done yet, just the epilogue to go. Review and tell me what you think. If any of my wonderful readers was following the Voltress net early last year I think it was, you would have seen a competition running, writing a story to a plot Julie had thought of. This story won the prize. So stick around for the ending will ya? Thanks. Don't forget to review. (Looks at email address, waiting hopefully for a review, starts to mope as nothing appears.)