~*~ When Did This Happen? ~*~

:: Seiftis. Squffie hints. (Quistis x Seifer, Squall x Selphie) ::

Chapter Twenty-Six: Confessing While You Sleep

~Silverium~

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"Don't you think they're a bit more blue?" Kadowaki asked, looking over at Cid,

            Cid gently moved Quistis' chin towards him and searched the filmed over white eyes, "It's possible," He ventured,

            "But you disagree," Kadowaki finished for him sadly,

            "I think it was the shadows," Cid replied sorrowfully, "Quistis, how are things from your point of view?"

            She almost replied with 'what point of view?' but instead, "Dark."

            "Well. Laguna has informed us that he has taken a few of the scientists from the biochemical lab to help us figure out what hit you and what we can counter it with. I feel very confident that we will have your vision back Miss Trepe," Cid said politely,

            Quistis nodded, but she felt drained inside. She'd scratched down two more X's on her mental calendar of days she had been blind for. Miserably she floated through her life in a chaotic mysterious void. Bored with the doctor visits and constant ideas of hope she slid off the counter and reached for her cane.

            The blonde was ready to head to her room when she heard faint music coming from one of the dorms. It was a favourite song of hers and she leaned closer, then reached up and felt the numbers embossed there. Seifer's dorm. She knocked hesitantly.

            Inside Seifer stood on his balcony. It was late, his music was on, and he was staring at a view Quistis might have killed to see. In one hand he held a can of beer, and the other a digital camera, when the knock came he nearly dropped both. Mystified as to who it might be he walked over, and put down the beer and camera on the table beside his couch.

            "Trepe," He said, in surprise,

            "Seifer…I didn't know you liked the Beads of Life," Quistis sounded just as surprised as he did,

            "Yeah, they're a…a. good band." Seifer opened the door further, "Come in,"

            Quistis nodded and floated inside, leaning her cane on the door and then pausing, trying to remember what Seifer's dorm looked like. Noticing the hesitance Seifer reached out and took her hand, gently leading her to the couch. She hated the need for the gesture but loved him for the kindness of it. Seated she quickly adjusted her posture and looked towards where she hoped he was sitting.

            "Are you well-rested from the mission? I haven't seen…ah…I haven't spoken to anyone since the day you all came back," Quistis flushed a little, lowering her head,

            "Yeah, we were tired, it was all travel, not much action, Zell was pissed," Seifer said in a low voice, a smirk on his lips.

            Had Quistis been lonely? She was staring at the floor, her golden hair falling in two coils in the front, still as immaculately clipped up in the back though. Seifer reached out and hooked one behind her ear, smiling at the surprise etched on her features,

            "Seifer?"

            "Are you okay Quistis? I mean, really, are you okay?" He whispered, his voice sounding pained,

            Quistis frowned, "I'm fine Seifer…"

            "I don't believe you Quistis, I think you're breaking," Seifer admitted softly, "I think you're losing your hope. You never believed in it much anyhow. That's what I always liked about you Trepe, you made your own dreams come true, you didn't rely on others."

            "And I can't do that now," Quistis finished the unsaid thought, "I can't make my vision return,"

            "We're going to get it back," Seifer said firmly,

            "How do you know?" Quistis cried, "Everyone keeps telling me that but how do you know?!"

            "Because we have to get your sight back," Seifer reasoned with a shrug, "You're letting yourself sink Quistis, I'm not letting you drown in your own melted ice."

            "Why do you care?" Quistis asked despairingly, her head dropping into her hands,

            "I wanna see your cerulean blues again, Quistis, I want to see you living again."

            Quistis let out a tiny moan and Seifer leaned forward, collecting her up. He lay down on the couch with Trepe curled around him, her face against his chest, one hand clenched by her eyes and the other resting on his abdomen. He gently stroked her until he felt her body relax, and a weary sleep set in. He kissed the top of her head lightly.

            "Sorry Quistis, but I need you. I'm not letting you drown. I'm going to see your cerulean eyes again and I'm going to tell you I love you." He whispered.