A/N: I hope you find this as wonderful as it was to write it. It's nice to write a lyrical piece; I hope it suits. The first part can be read simply be itself, or part of this series. It's... a little soft on Seifer's side. If you don't like WAFF, you're in the wrong place!

I think that this will be edited to make Seifer a little more believable... Quistis too. Or I could just leave it as it is. We'll see.

This is based on a song I especially like, an instrumental piece (no voice) from 'Every Little Thing', called 'Dedicate'. It is a very sweet, relaxing song, and I recommend that you listen to it.

Disclaimer: (applies for entire story)

I would love to say that I own my two favourite characters, but I don't. I would love to say I created the song, but unfortunately, my musical ear is much to be desired. But the basic plot is mine (I think) - so nyah to you, Square! Nyah!!

DEDICATE

The clarity of the notes rang out into the air, and I was shocked speechless. Each note seemed to be a key to my heart, and each succession was opening the lock I'd kept inside. It was… beautiful. A perfection I could never hope to receive. A beauty of such simplicity and clarity that it simply took my breath away. I'd long since lost my gift of words, and this was the closest since that day I'd ever approached… the closest I could… The loss was a simple regret, kept within me, but the notes were unlocking my heart… and heartbreak.

Relaxing, I let the music surround and clarify me, resounding and at the same time, quiet. It had been a long time… a long time since I'd let myself feel this way. To simply wonder, and dream. My experience had told me dreams were meant to be broken. The simple scattering of notes told me it wasn't. That sometimes, dreams could come true. That sometimes, it was better to believe.

Hyne. I closed my eyes, and let the music wash over me. An endless sea, each gentle breath washing over me and making me new again. Everything was so… insignificant. Petty and little. What did it matter, in the scheme of things? It was better to be content… to lie, letting the waves wash, letting life be and to just be.

It wasn't without regret that I heard the music die down into a soft tremble and a sigh.

The crowded restaurant was still, for once. Everyone, not laughing over the gaudy furnishings, over the rich over-extravagance of the red silk. Just still. Staring in wonder at the hands that had wrought the beauty that still lingered.

Smooth and white, but ordinary. Just hands. Hands that were a little unkempt, long fingernails that needed to be trimmed, tiny golden hairs. A familiar ring, simple in design. E. Trepe. My mother's.

My hands.

The proprietor rushed over, gushing praises and speaking of employment and so forth. The spell was broken. People returned to gossip, talk, laughter. A little bewildered that secret dreams, desires… regrets… had been exposed. A little awestruck. A little longing.

"My God, dear girl, where did you learn to play? You were simply wonderful, extravagantly so. I must ask you to work here…"

I let her words wash over me like rain. I was still staring at my hands. Hands that had… done something so wonderful I didn't know how to express my… amazement. Hands that had, however momentarily, wrought something exquisite.

I knew I wasn't perfect, but for the first time… I felt I was good enough. Just enough. Not more, or less. Simply... content.

I smiled for the first time in days.

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