Three
It was winter. A few specks of snow fell from the sky and onto my bare shoulders. I did not bother to wipe them off. The field was no longer golden. The flowers had gone to sleep for the winter. They are lucky. I cannot sleep anymore. I do not want to sleep anymore because every time I do, I see her. Forever tormenting me. Insane laughter bursting constantly in my mind. It is like she is inside me.
"I do," said the bright-eyed woman and she kissed the man who was standing handsomely beside her. It was Julia's wedding day. Both her and her husband cut the cake together. The cake that her mother had baked so lovingly the day before. Her father watched with pride, his arm around the waist of his beautiful wife. His wife that looked not much older than his daughter. His wife that was the mother of his daughter, the mother of his son. She did not look it. But Sorceress' don't age.
The happiest day of Julia's life. That day was today. Her and her husband. Until death do they part. But they will die together. They are hardly a year apart in age and they are both in good health. They will both probably die together. They will have each other until death. But I will not have my love. I will have him until his death but not until mine.
"W-why d-did they have to m-marry in w-winter?" asked a teenage boy, his teeth chattering in the cold air. Nobody answered him. They were all watching his now-married sister dancing with her new husband. The wedding was situated in the flower field near the orphanage. It was the same place where his mother and father had wed. It was symbolic. "C-could've at least had the w-wedding in summer or s-something," he said to himself, "Like M-ma and Pa. N-not even any f-flowers out."
Next my son will marry. And until death will he part from his love.
Daela Kinneas. She was the vivacious daughter of Irvine and Selphie. She had the liveliness of her mother and the charisma of her father, and she also had the love of a young man. This young man was the son of Squall, the valiant Hero, and the son of Rinoa, the angelic Sorceress. Their wedding was to take place in a golden flower field during summer.
And now my children have grown. There is just me and my love left together. And the minister said, "Until death do you part". But I want to stay with you forever Squall. Never part. Not even at death. You are my knight. You are the only thing that keeps me sane. Without you I will be worse than death. A Sorceress without her knight is… she is…Ultimecia.