A/N: I don't own anything. Don't sue me.
I stepped into the great hall once again. Nervousness overran my body and I just stood in the doorway, unmoving. Unfortunately that meant I was blocking the entrance and was soon pushed into the crowd. The smells, the sounds, the sights… everything was just absolutely beautiful. iOkay, /iI thought, i I can handle this. /i Just mingle and act casual.
iBut how could I act casual? I fell in love, then he dies in my arms. /iAll that pain… and now he's walking and breathing and iliving. /i And I fell in love… again…
The orchestra strikes up that familiar tune and I want to cry. I glance around as if I would some how find a quick escape from this. I want to be here, I really do. But how can I celebrate when I was part of the cause. Lives were almost lost because of me, the world was almost lost because of me, ihe died because of me. /i
Walking slowly and attempting (and failing horribly) to appear relaxed and happy, I made my way towards the balcony. iFresh air… I just need some fresh air… /iI keep my eyes down, wanting to remain unnoticed. I just can't face my friends right now. But curiosity wins over and I have to see if he is here.
But there's only a sea of unfamiliar faces. Just like last time.
I step out onto the balcony and only relax once I'm leaning against the railing, breathing in the night air. i I have to face him though…/i
"Couldn't stand the party either?"
I jerk around, completely unaware that I was not alone. I find myself gazing intoi his /ieyes.
"I… I…" stammering, I can't say what I need, I long, to say. My heart races and feelings begin to overwhelm me again. I want to run, I want to cry, I want to slap him, yell at him for dying, love him, escape in his arms… But I can only stand with my mouth open, locked in his gaze, unable to utter a word.
Because I fell in love… again…
A flash of light catches my attention, breaking my stare. I watch in complete awe, and wonder as the falling star passes across the heavens. My heart is warmed; my nervousness gone.
As if on impulse I point to the falling star, grinning ridiculously, and turn to him once again. He is standing there, smiling at me.
iSquall Leonhart is smiling. /i
He takes my hand, pulls me into an embrace. i Just inches apart. /i
I fell in love… again.