Red Violets and Forget-me-nots: Will the Real Selphie Tilmitt Please Stand Up

Was I expecting too much when I asked for a flame... sigh, the praise is saddening, but thank you! That's so sweet of ya'll. This Selphie angst is starting to get to me... And yes I still think she is the coolest, thank you very much, and she and Seifer are still the cutest couple, Restrict. I don't care what you think. Anhywho, to the story, Will Selphie die? Why is Seifer helping the 'happiest girl in the Garden'? All this will be revealed in: Will the Real Selphie Tilmitt Please Stand Up (dun dun dun.) Okay time to cut the dramatics and onto this chappie!

*It's not a mystery It's not my misery

But if I could I would turn back time (to run away)*

Seifer Almasy. If there was anything more that I hated besides myself it would be Seifer Almasy. The bully of childhood, the bad guy of SeeDhood, the torturer of my livelihood. I'm sick. Sick of him and how he pretends to be caring now. Even if he isn't pretending, it was his fault to begin with. I'm crazy, I'm pathetic. I'm weak. Pain is my release from pain. It may seem ironic, but... it's true And I hate him. I hate... That's kind of funny. Everyone thinks that I'm happy-go-lucky. I love everything about life. And here I am. Blood falling from my arms to the tiles of the cold floor. I hope... Rin doesn't get too mad that I ruined the tiles. Oh... I think I hit an artery... Seifer...

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Selphie Tilmitt. Messenger girl. Blithe. Once upon a time. Now she's on the edge of death, lying on a bed a drip going into her wrists. Her wrists. Bandaged to the point that they became almost thrice their regular size. I frowned, the thought that she was trying to kill herself struck me like a pot over the head. Why? Why would someone that seemed so high on life itself want to destroy all of it by hurting herself? I guess that was the key word, seemed. She is good at making a pretense of her opposite side. It kind of makes me wonder. Who is the real Selphie?

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Dr. Kadowaki came in before Seifer had the chance to fall asleep beside Selphie. "You're still here, Seifer," she remarked. He shrugged. "What? You feel guilty don't you?"

"I told her only weak pathetic crazy people do this... who would've thought that is what she thought she was. I hit it right on the mark." The older woman placed a comforting hand on the young man's shoulder.

"Seifer... it wasn't your fault. Okay. If anything doesn't convince you otherwise then so be it. But remember. She would be dead now if you didn't bring her here." He shrugged again so she just left him be. But not before putting something in his hands. "You dropped this when you brought her in. Give it back to her will you?" He looked at the object in his hand. Selphie's bracelets. The blood was caked on it. He stared at it for a moment before pocketing it.

"Don't worry Selph. I'll give it to you when you don't remember that I have them." He looked at he motionless body, which seemed so peaceful. He could imagine the torment and confusion inside. Here he was just like her. On the outside they seemed like such opposite, but take a bit off the surface and you would see identical spirits. Their souls were the same. Both yearned to be free from pain and anguish. She just took a shortcut. "Don't give up." With those words, Selphie stirred awake. The loss of blood evidently took its toll. She was so pale. She seemed so weak. Just like her soul. "Selphie. You'll be fine."

"...you...called me... Selphie," she whispered back. He hushed her.

"Don't talk or move... I'm going to get Dr. Kadowaki."

"No!... not yet." Her whispers were fierce. He didn't move. He took her amazingly smaller hands into his. "Why?"

"Did I help you? Me, Seifer, the bad boy, the bully?" A wry grin made its way to his face. "I could have ask you the same." He was referring to when he came back. "Why did you do it Selph? If you weren't happy, you could have just talked to someone."

"I wished.. it was that easy." She closed her eyes to ward off tears. He kissed her hand tenderly.

"I'll make it that easy." She was more shocked then he was. "Hey it's the least I could do. After all you accepted me back before anyone else did. You treated me like a human the entire time. And I know that was real. That was the real you." He squeezed her hand harder, but only slightly. "It's my turn."

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Selphie felt like scratching her stitches hidden by bandages which were themselves hidden by the long sleeves of her sweater. But Seifer had scolded her earlier. Her skin was still pale. Seifer already told her that, so she knew. Seifer told her a lot of things now. She figured it was to keep her thinking about things. She wondered if there was another reason. Gratitude for what she had done for him? Because he felt it was her fault? She didn't know. He didn't tell. Figures. She wish she could just die at times, that Seifer never found her. It was her fault that she had came to his room for answers only to leave behind questions for him.

*I should have not turned your way and become ensnared by your web.*

As Selphie rounded the corner, she felt his ever present aura glowing. She turned to see him walking towards her. She frowned at the sight of his grin. "Aww, come on," he whispered when he came to her. "It's not going to be that bad." She did not want to know what he planned. "Come on." He gently grabbed her arm, elbow to be exact and led her towards the quad.

"What's in there?" her pitiful voice cracked.

"It's a surprise."

Sorry this was late. It's New Year's Woohoo! So this is my present.