Wishful Thinking
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, I'm just a spoony bard.
Standing in the rain, I watched her. Blonde hair, porcelain skin, cerulean eyes. There's a sadness there I wish I could erase. There's a sadness in me too. All of us really. I can feel the hollowness that's set in. I feel the empty.
It's over. As of last night, we're officially on the winning side. Thought I'd feel better but I don't.
Looking down at my weapons, my heavily armored fist, I sighed. It's been way too long since I thought of them as hands and not weapons. I am a weapon unto myself. I don't need the gloves, they simply protect my skin. I can kill just as well without them.
Here I am, standing in the rain watching Quistis Trepe, the former instructor. She's sitting in the Quad playing the piano. Her hair was down for the first time I can ever remember. She wore black denim jeans and a violently red tank-top.
I'm getting wet. I shouldn't be sanding here watching Quistis from the windows of the Quad. I should be inside, dry hair spiked up, playing video games. No, I'm sanding in the rain, blonde hair plastered to my face, my t-shirt and jeans clinging wetly to me.
I wiped my soaked hair from my face and scratched my tattooed cheek. I don't know why I'm watching her. It's just wishful thinking I guess.
I sighed, turned form the window and looked at the sky. The clouds were grey, kinda like I feel right now. But behind the grey was the brilliant yellow of the sun peeking though the clouds.
A/N: It's a oneshot. And it's not a yaoi!!!!! Wow.... It's been a long time.... Het is hard.... Maybe my next fic might be het.... How about a ZellxQuistis? Anyone? If you love me you'll review..... love me... please?!
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, I'm just a spoony bard.
Standing in the rain, I watched her. Blonde hair, porcelain skin, cerulean eyes. There's a sadness there I wish I could erase. There's a sadness in me too. All of us really. I can feel the hollowness that's set in. I feel the empty.
It's over. As of last night, we're officially on the winning side. Thought I'd feel better but I don't.
Looking down at my weapons, my heavily armored fist, I sighed. It's been way too long since I thought of them as hands and not weapons. I am a weapon unto myself. I don't need the gloves, they simply protect my skin. I can kill just as well without them.
Here I am, standing in the rain watching Quistis Trepe, the former instructor. She's sitting in the Quad playing the piano. Her hair was down for the first time I can ever remember. She wore black denim jeans and a violently red tank-top.
I'm getting wet. I shouldn't be sanding here watching Quistis from the windows of the Quad. I should be inside, dry hair spiked up, playing video games. No, I'm sanding in the rain, blonde hair plastered to my face, my t-shirt and jeans clinging wetly to me.
I wiped my soaked hair from my face and scratched my tattooed cheek. I don't know why I'm watching her. It's just wishful thinking I guess.
I sighed, turned form the window and looked at the sky. The clouds were grey, kinda like I feel right now. But behind the grey was the brilliant yellow of the sun peeking though the clouds.
A/N: It's a oneshot. And it's not a yaoi!!!!! Wow.... It's been a long time.... Het is hard.... Maybe my next fic might be het.... How about a ZellxQuistis? Anyone? If you love me you'll review..... love me... please?!