Crystal Reins
(Oh, Zidane. How I wish you were here. With me, on the throne by my side. I want you here, to wipe away my tears. To chase away my fears. Why did you have to go after Kuja, my darling? Just because he is your brother doesn't mean he is as sweet as you…)
"Princess…" Steiner apparently saw the fragile veil of sadness over my face, about to break any minute.
I put my hand up to silence him.
"Please, Steiner. I wish to be alone." I said quietly, facing the wall to hide the tears that were beginning to form a new Niagara Falls at my feet.
"Rest assured, Princess, that Zidane will return." Steiner hesitated for a moment, then left.
(Oh, Zidane. Why did you leave me here all alone…? I miss you…)
Silver skies burst through the moonlight that night. The night that he had gone. He had yet to appear, yet to disappear. I remembered the day like it was yesterday. He had never come back.
Beatrix and Steiner had faith in him from the beginning of his disappearance. They thought they knew he would come back. I used to think that too, once.
Over time, my passion for him flared, but my hope in his return began to decrease. I didn't think he would come back. I didn't think he would return, anymore.
How I wished for him to be here. How I wished he would come back.
I now realized that this life, this unreturning of my lover, was the harsh reality I knew at six years old that I would have to face eventually.
But if only it weren't now. If only it weren't me.
If only he would be here, I wouldn't care. If only.