Life's Lessons
Chapter 6: Only cowards hide
I walked down the hallway of Balamb Garden, clutching the carseat tightly in my right hand. Even though no one else was in the hallway, I felt their eyes upon me.
"Squall!" Rinoa called. She was standing in front of the entrance to the Dormitory, the place I was going.
She walked over to me, nursing her stomach, which was beginning to show.
"Squall, Irvine said he saw you and he said her thought something was wrong." She told me.
(Irvine, huh? He can't read me like a book like Instructor Trepe or Rinoa can.)
"Nothing is wrong. I promise." I said. She frowned, and I could tell it in her ebony black eyes that she knew something was wrong.
"You shouldn't make promises you can't keep." She said after a long and uncomfortable pause. Then she walked off, with me staring after her in disbelief.
(She's trying to teach me something. But what?)
I shook my head and walked away, the carseat still in my hand.
Later, I was sitting in Quistis' class, my eyelids beginning to droop. Thoughts began to swarm through my mind, thoughts that didn't even relate to the frightening and cruel world of Fate, of which Quistis was currently teaching about. Racing throughout my mind were the puzzles of the world, the puzzles of my mind. The unpredictability of a jester, of an evil jester. A single man, fighting miserably for his life. His friends offered to help, but he outwardly refused, frowning and cursing at an unknown fiend, clashing swords with another.
(This dream is certainly not my doing. It is definitely a lesson.)
Squall watched the lonely men being trashed by their sons, their daughters, their wives and family members alike.
(What are you trying to get across?) He asked his unknown mind-invader.
(What do you want?)
(I want for you to express your feelings, Squall. Do that for me, and I will be happy.)
(Who are you?)
(That does not matter right now. I am here to ask you to stop acting like a coward. Only cowards hide their feelings, Squall. I have seen many men in my time, all ruined because of their personality. You do not want to end up like them, all alone, do you?)
(No.)
(Good. Then tell me how you feel.)
(I feel…)
Squall knew he couldn't just come out and tell her how he felt. He couldn't hide it either, though, because he felt that the women in his mind was an otherworldly…force, and wouldn't buy into his act.
(I feel…I feel your presence getting weaker.)
(You are correct. I shall go now, Squall. Good luck with your new knowledge, and tell Rinoa I said her boyfriend is very…icy.)
(Goodbye.)
For some strange reason, Squall couldn't panic. He felt calm, as if the female who spoke to him was familiar. Very familiar.
Author's Notes: Hey, did I do a good job of being mysterious? I left a few clues in the story about who was speaking to Squall. I think I made it fairly obvious, actually.
So, when 3-4 people review and guess who is speaking to Squall, then I'll try and get the next chapter up with the answer. If you can't wait until then, then just e-mail me and I'll tell you.
Although posting the 7th chapter may take a while, seeing as I'm starting a new story and I have 6 others to work on, plus all of the end-of-the-year homework my teachers plaster on me and my fellow students, I'll work hard on getting it done! I promise, and that's a promise I can guarantee fully.
Oh, and Angelisence (did I spell that write?) yes, dying my hair black is a good thing, a very good thing. It's been strawberry blonde and waist-length my entire life. Well, it's always going to stay waist-length, but my mother is the kind of mother who grits her teeth and won't let me do anything to my hair-especially dying it. And it isn't all black or permanent either. It's that Manic Panic stuff, and it's only on the ends and the front. Basically, I have always wanted to dye it, and now I finally did.