Okay I don't own FFVIII so don't sue me, on with the fic!
Chapter 1- A night to remember
The sea rushed passed them, like a darkness being swallowed up by a dazzling light, but they were not looking at that. He watched her look at the stars taking no notice of anything else around her, he looked up too. He couldn't help but be captivated by it all. There were white specks of white lights sprinkled across the deep blue sky, and a great light silvery white beam shone on the figure standing next to him, his eyes wandered over to her again. She was like a marble sculpture made by a thousand men. Her figure was perfectly curved, her dark, shiny hair was flowing freely in the light wind, and her brown eyes were focused on the night sky that hovered above them,
"Look," She said softly and pointed to a star that went flying by. A smile crept across his face, something he hadn't done in a long time. He placed a nervous hand on her arm, she glided slowly towards him. He felt her warm breath draw close to him; she softly planted her perfect lips upon his. A rush of excitement took over him, he carefully wrapped his arms around her back and gently pulled her closer to him. The feeling was indescribable, all thought escaped him, he was lost in a sea of bliss, he never wanted it to end, he felt her fingers tenderly running through his lose strands of hair. The two of them remained in the embrace, for how long, they would never know.
Five months later. . .
Squall woke up with a start, he had dreamt about it again, damn alarm clock. He always had the temptation just to fling it out the window or to cut it into small pieces. Squall liked to be asleep, that's when one would dream. Squall enjoyed his dreams, as it was the only time when he didn't have to hold back, he could be whatever he wanted to be.
Nobody had to know about what went on inside his head, he could keep that to himself, and in dreams he could just relax. Reality was overrated.
He drearily got his clothes on, the same ones that he had worn yesterday and the day before and the day before again. The same clothes he had to wear everyday, the commander uniform. A remarkably dull uniform, long black trousers and a jacket with a load of squiggly lines that were supposedly 'decorations' he hated it. He would rather be wearing his normal clothes. Then again there was a lot Squall wanted that he couldn't have; Rinoa Heartily was one of them.
I know chapter 1 was short but it's only the first chapter so if you don't like it then you can go stuff it! (kidding!!)
Chapter 1- A night to remember
The sea rushed passed them, like a darkness being swallowed up by a dazzling light, but they were not looking at that. He watched her look at the stars taking no notice of anything else around her, he looked up too. He couldn't help but be captivated by it all. There were white specks of white lights sprinkled across the deep blue sky, and a great light silvery white beam shone on the figure standing next to him, his eyes wandered over to her again. She was like a marble sculpture made by a thousand men. Her figure was perfectly curved, her dark, shiny hair was flowing freely in the light wind, and her brown eyes were focused on the night sky that hovered above them,
"Look," She said softly and pointed to a star that went flying by. A smile crept across his face, something he hadn't done in a long time. He placed a nervous hand on her arm, she glided slowly towards him. He felt her warm breath draw close to him; she softly planted her perfect lips upon his. A rush of excitement took over him, he carefully wrapped his arms around her back and gently pulled her closer to him. The feeling was indescribable, all thought escaped him, he was lost in a sea of bliss, he never wanted it to end, he felt her fingers tenderly running through his lose strands of hair. The two of them remained in the embrace, for how long, they would never know.
Five months later. . .
Squall woke up with a start, he had dreamt about it again, damn alarm clock. He always had the temptation just to fling it out the window or to cut it into small pieces. Squall liked to be asleep, that's when one would dream. Squall enjoyed his dreams, as it was the only time when he didn't have to hold back, he could be whatever he wanted to be.
Nobody had to know about what went on inside his head, he could keep that to himself, and in dreams he could just relax. Reality was overrated.
He drearily got his clothes on, the same ones that he had worn yesterday and the day before and the day before again. The same clothes he had to wear everyday, the commander uniform. A remarkably dull uniform, long black trousers and a jacket with a load of squiggly lines that were supposedly 'decorations' he hated it. He would rather be wearing his normal clothes. Then again there was a lot Squall wanted that he couldn't have; Rinoa Heartily was one of them.
I know chapter 1 was short but it's only the first chapter so if you don't like it then you can go stuff it! (kidding!!)