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Shared Feelings
Written by Terra Trepe

Chapter 9: Regrets

Dark. No light Only empty darkness creeping down your spine with its long claws, trying to grasp you into madness.

What is this place?

Cold. Freezing breeze brushing across your body with its silent whispers of death, tangling with your hair, playing around with them, trying to strangle you slowly.

Where am I?

Silent. Not a soul around. Only silence surrounding you, suffocating you. Suffocating all life around it

Quistis looked around herself only to find her sight filled with this black darkness that blocked her eyes.

Her hands. She could saw them. So she wasn't blind. She could saw herself but that was all.

There was no solid land, no people, not even one form of life that told her she wasn't alone.

Quistis could feel something near. Something threatening. Something that slowly approached her, its mind filled with agony and rage.

Sudden wave of shiver went through her, and she turned around.

She couldn't see anything. Only this never-ending darkness.

Where was she?

The voice came behind her, and she turned toward it, trying to track the vessel of this sound.

Again, she couldn't see anything.

Help The voice was coming from nowhere. That despaired voice echoed through Quistis' mind.

Who are you? She asked this, her voice plain and small.

Help me Please, QuistisI can't That voice Quistis was sure she recognised that voice from somewhere. No It couldn't be.

? Is that you? Where are you?!

Help me Please, Quistis

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Sunshines shimmered through the window lazily, lighting the room with natural soft light. Some clothes were on the floor around the bed, where the form of two person were resting peacefully in each other arms, both completely unaware of this closeness they were just sharing.

Quistis flickered her eyes slowly open, trying to adjust her sight. She had just woken up, and she was still trying to clear her position. Confusion overcoming her, her senses started to work more properly.

She found herself laying on a bed, completely naked. It didn't take long for her to understand that this wasn't her bed. Short after that she also understood that there shouldn't be a warm body next to her, clinging to her.

Now just focusing all her thoughts to this sleeping body next to her, she lifted her gaze up to meet his handsome face.

Seifer

Quistis sighed softly from the rush of memories that came to her just then.

She and Seifer had slept together. She felt somehow bad about the fact that she had let it happen.

What have I done?

He looked so peaceful, resting there, his other arm wrapped around her waist. Her own hands rested against his bare chest and she was resting there in his warm embrace, feeling completely safe.

She found her other leg draped over his, and as she started carefully to slip her leg away, Seifer shifted lightly, groaning drowsily as he started to wake up from his sleep.

Feeling somehow embarrassed and insecure of this position they were now, she quickly shifted herself away from him and sat to edge of the bed, covering her naked body with one of the blankets.

Seifer's hand searched calmly the empty space next to him, confusion lighting his voice, as he couldn't find her body beside him:

Completely opening his eyes now, his hazy eyes landed to her form that was still sitting on the edge of the bed.

She had her back to him and her body was covered with one of his blankets. Her shoulders were still exposed, the lovely golden tresses of her hair, caressing her shoulders and hiding her delicate skin behind them.

Seifer hadn't often seen her hair down. Actually the first time he remembered seeing them down was the graduation ball four months ago. He loved the way they landed down to her skin, and he loved the way the wind always played around them, making waves and patterns to them.

He was drifted away from these absentminded thoughts of her, when he could hear her groaning softly in pain and frustration.

A sudden pain stabbed through her head just then, and she buried her face to her hands, trying to make this pain go away. Seifer looked her with worried gaze, coming slowly closer to her. Are you all right He sat up behind her now, carefully landing his hands to her shoulders, slowly massaging her.

It's just a migraine She was feeling tense under his touch, sifting against his hands. For a minute she tried to control this headache that still bugged her brain, and she focused into a matter that was more important to her now. Getting out of here. Where are my clothes?

This time chuckling, a wide grin appeared to his face, completely ignoring the tension he could feel between them: Pretty much everywhere

She didn't like the mischievous tone of his voice and she quickly stood up, keeping the blanket tightly around herself, making sure that everything was covered up.

He gripped her arm softly, stopping her from just leaving away.

She didn't even turn to look at him and it made him sad. Why couldn't she just look at him?

Please let go, Seifer

He needed to see her eyes, to see that face of her, to see that rosy mouth that he so missed. Finally understanding that she didn't want to see him, his heart ached with desperation. Hesitantly he let go of her, and as quickly as he had done that, he felt suddenly empty.

She picked her clothes from the floor and then went to his bathroom to dress up, locking the door behind her.

Oh Hyne Seifer landed down to his bed, scowling to himself.

He couldn't believe this. How could he been so stupid to think that Quistis was all right with the fact that they had slept together?

Of course she wasn't all right with it.

Why should she? He was the one who wanted it to happen and she was just too weak to push him away.

Now he was feeling even worse. He felt like he had used her. Used her when she was the most vulnerable.

He hated himself. He hated her. But the most he hated Squall.

That bastard. Squall had taken everything that was important to him. And now he had probably taken Quistis too

Damn

The bathroom's door opened and Seifer quickly rose up into a sitting position to the edge of the bed. He just watched Quistis as she walked past him, now completely dressed up.

She walked to the door that led out of his room, not even glancing toward him. He was getting the impression that she regretted what had happened between them.

You're saying this was a mistake too? Just then she froze in her steps. She was surprised to hear him ask this.

Slowly she turned to face him, still keeping her eyes away from him, keeping them on the floor: I'm not saying anything, Seifer Not yet

Then when, Quistis

I don't know! Bursting this, she shot him a stressed glare. She knew she didn't need to shout like that, but the headache was enough for her to lose her temper, and him asking these questions didn't help either.

Her eyes locked with his for a minute and she could see an emotion of hurt from those deep emerald eyes of his. Her gaze started to soften when she looked him.

He was sitting there on the edge of his bed, the blankets fallen into a puddle around him. He looked somehow vulnerable. So far away.

Her thoughts drifting into the last passionate kiss with him that had let into more passionate sex, made her confused. She was so messed up with her thoughts and feelings. She wanted to understand them, but found it strangely difficult to do just that.

Oh God, I'm so messed up

I need to think this over, Seifer Quistis shook her head with a shrug, closing her eyes. Her headache was growing again, disturbing her flow of thoughts.

Seifer looked her figure in silence, wanting to go up to her and kiss her. He wanted to tell her that everything was all right, but he couldn't do that. Not now when she was so confused about herself.

Not now when even he didn't know exactly what he was feeling.

Once more she glanced to him with her blue eyes, and he still kept on looking her, absorbing her image into his head.

Sliding her eyes to the floor, she turned around, landing her trembling hand to the doorknob. Closing her eyes, she felt a tear slipping down her cheek.

She opened the door and stepped into the silent corridors, closing the door after her softly and leaving him there all alone.

Still looking to the just closed door, Seifer sat on the edge of his bed, his mind completely blank.

Again she had gone away, but this time he was sure it was for good. She had gone away from him for eternity.

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Author's note: This was a short chapter indeed I had no intentions to stop this chapter here, but I wanted to update this story now, so I decided to stop here

I don't know how long it will take for me to finish the next chapter but I'm having high hopes that it won't take too long.

*knock, knock* Hello. Is someone still reading this story? I got only two reviews from the 8th chapter, and that is little.

I mean, are you still alive out there or am I just so boring that people have stopped reading this?

Yeah You're right I'm boring: (*sniff*