Heartache Every Moment
From lashes to ashes, And lust to dust. In your sweetest torment I'm lost, And no heaven can help us.
HIM, Heartache Every Moment.
Quistis Trepe stood on the balcony of Garden, her blonde hair unravelled from its usual bun and flowed over her shoulders in the breeze. Her green eyes were locked on Squall as she watched him talk with Seifer.
She sighed longingly, wishing she had been more forward with him, telling her how she felt about him. But her rank had made her keep her distance, even when she was demoted she couldn't fully let herself go, but then it was just as well since he didn't seem to care when she tried to talk to him.
Even now she continued to brood over him, she had told them that what she felt for Squall was just sisterly love from when they were at the orphanage but the truth was she loved him more passionately than ever.
It hurt her so much that she would never be able to have his love, the brunette had waltzed into their lives and opened up Squall's heart in a way she'd never been able to and now Squall belonged to her.
All Quistis could do was try and let Squall go or continue to hope foolishly that he'd realise what he had in her.
From lashes to ashes, And lust to dust. In your sweetest torment I'm lost, And no heaven can help us.
HIM, Heartache Every Moment.
Quistis Trepe stood on the balcony of Garden, her blonde hair unravelled from its usual bun and flowed over her shoulders in the breeze. Her green eyes were locked on Squall as she watched him talk with Seifer.
She sighed longingly, wishing she had been more forward with him, telling her how she felt about him. But her rank had made her keep her distance, even when she was demoted she couldn't fully let herself go, but then it was just as well since he didn't seem to care when she tried to talk to him.
Even now she continued to brood over him, she had told them that what she felt for Squall was just sisterly love from when they were at the orphanage but the truth was she loved him more passionately than ever.
It hurt her so much that she would never be able to have his love, the brunette had waltzed into their lives and opened up Squall's heart in a way she'd never been able to and now Squall belonged to her.
All Quistis could do was try and let Squall go or continue to hope foolishly that he'd realise what he had in her.