(My writing has improved a wee bit. Hope you like it) due to demand
Hillary's name has been changed to Hillary Puff. Nah, joking. Her name's
just Hillary. But since I don't know what to expect from my story, ill just
give her the respectable name Hillary Miilguen.)
They were in Garden's recreational park. It was 5.00 in the morning, and the sky was still dark. There was only the two of them. Crickets could be heard, their constant creeks attempting to woo mates. Squall sat with Hillary on a bench. They had a single wool blanket covering the both of them, keeping them warm. Hillary was asleep, her head rested on his shoulder. He could hear her light breaths, and felt her heartbeat on his hand, where her chest was against. He couldn't sleep. He wanted. But he couldn't. Perhaps he was unconsciously trying to savior the moment. Only the two of them, accompanied by the silence of the night. In about an hour's time, the sun would rise. Students would get up and prepare for class. They would start walking around, and destroy their privacy. So, he decided to sleep. A gush of wind blew by. It tickled Squall's nose. He felt like sneezing, but fought hard not too. Too late, he let out a loud sneeze. Rubbing his nose, he looked at Hillary. Fortunately, she wasn't awoken. He wanted her to be that way. Just resting on his shoulder. He tilted his head backwards a little. He felt her hair at the back of his neck. He was about to doze off, when-
"Squall?" Hillary had woken up. She rubbed her eyes, "What time is it?"
Squall, cursing in his mind that she'd waken up, checked his watch. "5.07a.m., Did I wake you up?"
"Not sure," she shrugged. She rested her head on his shoulder again, "But I like it this way, just the two of us. Both awake, enjoying the night together."
Squall felt guilty. He had just wanted her to sleep, while he enjoyed her company. He had felt annoyed when she woke up, but now regretted it.
"Squall?"
"Yeah?" he asked, trying to tone down his voice.
"Did you read the recent article on The Garden about Guardian Forces?" she spoke, but didn't look at him. Her eyes were concentrated on the stars above, watching each glistening speck twinkle.
It was very awkward, out of topic and scene, but he answered her politely, "No, what about it?"
"They say there is a price to pay. All those abilities we gain from junctioning a GF, all those powers. There is a price. Recent reports say that GF equippers tend to lose their memory, at a very catastrophic rate. They can forget their family, their friends, even their lovers," she got up, and looked directly at him.
Squall wasn't sure where she getting at. "So, what's it got to do with us?"
"We're going to use Guardian Forces. It's compulsory for Seed Graduates." She exclaimed coldly. Hillary took a deep breath, "I'm afraid I'll forget you."
Squall smiled. He now knew she really cared. "Don't worry," he said, and stroked her cheek. She smiled as his gloved hand touched against her face.
"Even after we equip a GF, we'll meet each other everyday. That way, we'll never forget each other." It was plain and simple. This way, nothing could make them forget one another. He checked his watch again. 5.24.
Another half an hour more and their moment of serenity would be over. He yawned, stretching his stiff arms.
"Sleepy?" she giggled.
"Yeah," he smacked his lips, "Watched you sleep on me since midnight." Best time ever. Blushing, Hillary playfully hit him the arm.
"Pervert." She teased.
Squall laughed. Then, the first dim light of morning slit at the horizon. While most people loved the sight and found it romantic, Squall hated it. It meant that their special moment had come to an end.
"The sunrise. I like it." Hillary said. She snugged up against him.
"Yeah?" he replied, "Me too."
(okay you might wonder, what the hell? The story isn't progressing! Oh, but then you're wrong. Keep waiting for the next continuation. Cos this part is VERY important)
They were in Garden's recreational park. It was 5.00 in the morning, and the sky was still dark. There was only the two of them. Crickets could be heard, their constant creeks attempting to woo mates. Squall sat with Hillary on a bench. They had a single wool blanket covering the both of them, keeping them warm. Hillary was asleep, her head rested on his shoulder. He could hear her light breaths, and felt her heartbeat on his hand, where her chest was against. He couldn't sleep. He wanted. But he couldn't. Perhaps he was unconsciously trying to savior the moment. Only the two of them, accompanied by the silence of the night. In about an hour's time, the sun would rise. Students would get up and prepare for class. They would start walking around, and destroy their privacy. So, he decided to sleep. A gush of wind blew by. It tickled Squall's nose. He felt like sneezing, but fought hard not too. Too late, he let out a loud sneeze. Rubbing his nose, he looked at Hillary. Fortunately, she wasn't awoken. He wanted her to be that way. Just resting on his shoulder. He tilted his head backwards a little. He felt her hair at the back of his neck. He was about to doze off, when-
"Squall?" Hillary had woken up. She rubbed her eyes, "What time is it?"
Squall, cursing in his mind that she'd waken up, checked his watch. "5.07a.m., Did I wake you up?"
"Not sure," she shrugged. She rested her head on his shoulder again, "But I like it this way, just the two of us. Both awake, enjoying the night together."
Squall felt guilty. He had just wanted her to sleep, while he enjoyed her company. He had felt annoyed when she woke up, but now regretted it.
"Squall?"
"Yeah?" he asked, trying to tone down his voice.
"Did you read the recent article on The Garden about Guardian Forces?" she spoke, but didn't look at him. Her eyes were concentrated on the stars above, watching each glistening speck twinkle.
It was very awkward, out of topic and scene, but he answered her politely, "No, what about it?"
"They say there is a price to pay. All those abilities we gain from junctioning a GF, all those powers. There is a price. Recent reports say that GF equippers tend to lose their memory, at a very catastrophic rate. They can forget their family, their friends, even their lovers," she got up, and looked directly at him.
Squall wasn't sure where she getting at. "So, what's it got to do with us?"
"We're going to use Guardian Forces. It's compulsory for Seed Graduates." She exclaimed coldly. Hillary took a deep breath, "I'm afraid I'll forget you."
Squall smiled. He now knew she really cared. "Don't worry," he said, and stroked her cheek. She smiled as his gloved hand touched against her face.
"Even after we equip a GF, we'll meet each other everyday. That way, we'll never forget each other." It was plain and simple. This way, nothing could make them forget one another. He checked his watch again. 5.24.
Another half an hour more and their moment of serenity would be over. He yawned, stretching his stiff arms.
"Sleepy?" she giggled.
"Yeah," he smacked his lips, "Watched you sleep on me since midnight." Best time ever. Blushing, Hillary playfully hit him the arm.
"Pervert." She teased.
Squall laughed. Then, the first dim light of morning slit at the horizon. While most people loved the sight and found it romantic, Squall hated it. It meant that their special moment had come to an end.
"The sunrise. I like it." Hillary said. She snugged up against him.
"Yeah?" he replied, "Me too."
(okay you might wonder, what the hell? The story isn't progressing! Oh, but then you're wrong. Keep waiting for the next continuation. Cos this part is VERY important)