Chapter Three
Zidane
"I'm going," I announced, sliding down a pipe and onto the cobblestone pavement below.
It's no use watching a play when you couldn't even make out the words the actors are saying. It's like trying to be someone you're just not.
"Zidane, wait up!" Blank called out, landing on a spot beside me. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, really." I said, pushing past the crowds, no real destination in mind. "I couldn't concentrate, that's all."
I could hear Blank sigh behind me. "You gotta face it, Zidane. You can't go on running away from all your problems all the time."
"I-"
*WHAM!*
"Oh, shit!" Someone cried out in pain.
It was Dagger.
"Here," I offered, extending an arm. I didn't see her coming and so we both ended up colliding into each other. "I'm really sorry I didn't see you coming and I-"
"I'm fine," She insisted, recovering from the collision.
I shifted uneasily on the spot of where I stood. I hadn't counted on talking to her; much less bump into her after all the things that had happened between the two of us.
"So, what's up with you?" I asked. I know it must've sounded really lame but I'm really desperate for a conversation.
"Oh, nothing much." She answered, avoiding my gaze. "What about you?"
"Pretty much the same as yours," I said. "Nothing much ever happens around here."
She chuckled softly, her face brightening up. "You've changed not one bit, Zidane."
"I've missed you, Dagger." I confessed.
"I-I don't know what to say,"
*Awkward silence*
"Well, I'd better get going now." She said, turning away. "Kuja's waiting."
"Yeah,"
She went on her way, her hair gleaming in the last rays of the setting sun.
I was about to turn away when an envelope that lay on the ground where Dagger once stood caught my eye.
I picked it up and was about to call out her name when I realized that she was
gone.
Zidane
"I'm going," I announced, sliding down a pipe and onto the cobblestone pavement below.
It's no use watching a play when you couldn't even make out the words the actors are saying. It's like trying to be someone you're just not.
"Zidane, wait up!" Blank called out, landing on a spot beside me. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, really." I said, pushing past the crowds, no real destination in mind. "I couldn't concentrate, that's all."
I could hear Blank sigh behind me. "You gotta face it, Zidane. You can't go on running away from all your problems all the time."
"I-"
*WHAM!*
"Oh, shit!" Someone cried out in pain.
It was Dagger.
"Here," I offered, extending an arm. I didn't see her coming and so we both ended up colliding into each other. "I'm really sorry I didn't see you coming and I-"
"I'm fine," She insisted, recovering from the collision.
I shifted uneasily on the spot of where I stood. I hadn't counted on talking to her; much less bump into her after all the things that had happened between the two of us.
"So, what's up with you?" I asked. I know it must've sounded really lame but I'm really desperate for a conversation.
"Oh, nothing much." She answered, avoiding my gaze. "What about you?"
"Pretty much the same as yours," I said. "Nothing much ever happens around here."
She chuckled softly, her face brightening up. "You've changed not one bit, Zidane."
"I've missed you, Dagger." I confessed.
"I-I don't know what to say,"
*Awkward silence*
"Well, I'd better get going now." She said, turning away. "Kuja's waiting."
"Yeah,"
She went on her way, her hair gleaming in the last rays of the setting sun.
I was about to turn away when an envelope that lay on the ground where Dagger once stood caught my eye.
I picked it up and was about to call out her name when I realized that she was
gone.
