Chapter III
Squall turned his back against Edea and Cid, and started to walk away from them. He watched nothing but the ground beneath him. "I couldn't remember." He thought. He never remembered his sister. He raised his head and saw the door that lead out to the porch. He threw a glance towards the door that would lead him out of the building before he laid eyes at the porch door again. Slowly he started to move against it. He was left alone, alone with his own thoughts. He lifted his hand and clenched it, slowly and soft. The doorknob had his attention. He opened his hand again and gently touched the door. He never got a second chance to rethink what he was doing. The door slid open, showing an empty area in front of him. He couldn't stop now. The drops from the roof dripped in a steady pace down to the puddles below. The sweet smell of water soaked grass reached his nose as he took the first step out. He closed his eyes and took in the mixture of new and old familiar scents. He took a second step and then opened his eyes again. His head slowly turned, first to he left… To see the grass making is best effort to climb up towards the roof, and the door that was slowly turning too old to even stay up. And then his head turns to the right… To see…
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the locations characters or such in this fiction. All belongs to Squaresoft. You are not allowed to post this fiction on your website or use it in front of public without my approval of such. To continue to read this fiction means that you have understood this fact.
Squall turned his back against Edea and Cid, and started to walk away from them. He watched nothing but the ground beneath him. "I couldn't remember." He thought. He never remembered his sister. He raised his head and saw the door that lead out to the porch. He threw a glance towards the door that would lead him out of the building before he laid eyes at the porch door again. Slowly he started to move against it. He was left alone, alone with his own thoughts. He lifted his hand and clenched it, slowly and soft. The doorknob had his attention. He opened his hand again and gently touched the door. He never got a second chance to rethink what he was doing. The door slid open, showing an empty area in front of him. He couldn't stop now. The drops from the roof dripped in a steady pace down to the puddles below. The sweet smell of water soaked grass reached his nose as he took the first step out. He closed his eyes and took in the mixture of new and old familiar scents. He took a second step and then opened his eyes again. His head slowly turned, first to he left… To see the grass making is best effort to climb up towards the roof, and the door that was slowly turning too old to even stay up. And then his head turns to the right… To see…
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the locations characters or such in this fiction. All belongs to Squaresoft. You are not allowed to post this fiction on your website or use it in front of public without my approval of such. To continue to read this fiction means that you have understood this fact.