(I've read a story called Dear Diary by Silent Cacophony and, gosh... her writing is really neat. The past stories I have written are really either too long a paragraph or too short, making it really messy. And by the way, here's my continuation. I just realized, the only thing that attracts people to actually read your story isn't the writing skill, it's the summary.)

'I must see more...' Squall thought to himself. A small vision, showing him and this Hillary walking in Balamb caught his eye. Slowly, he reached for it.

The two of them were in Balamb, walking along the blue brick streets. The air was fresh, and wind comfortably breezy. They were walking hand in hand, and loving each minute of it. Hillary was leading the way, since she had asked him to come along. There was a surprise, she said. They reached the weapons shop, the same place where Squall had wanted to buy a Gunblade. At first, Squall didn't want to go in, he was afraid he might get shooed away. But once inside, the shopkeeper was all smiles, and Squall's precious Revolver was in hand, a red string tied in a knot around it.

"Happy Anniversary!" Hillary shouted. She gave him a hug, and gave the Revolver to him. "I've even had Grievy (a pet name she gave Squall's Griever) engraved on its side!"

Squall was very happy yet dumbfounded. He appreciated it very much. Heck he loved it, and was out of words, but what was the occasion?

"Thanks," Squall said softly. Thanks didn't feel good enough, he wanted to hug her, kiss her, but he was too shocked. His legs felt numb, and hands were trembling. "What Anniversary?" he managed to blurt out.

She tapped him on the nose, "Silly, it's the Anniversary of the first day we met!" She came up close to him, and whispered, "3rd May" into his ears, "remember that."

Now he was happy yet ashamed. He didn't remember when they had met, but she did. And what's worse, he didn't have anything to give her. But a brilliant idea came to him.

"I didn't get you anything..." Squall apologized. Hillary didn't even flinch albeit. She knew he didn't remember, and wanted to take all the sweetness she had in that perfect soul of hers to surprise him.

"But this is what I can do." He raised the revolver down, its handle facing up. Drawing FIRA to his finger tips, he slowly engraved the initials H.M. on it, neatly as he could. As the tail of the 'M' was finished, he presented it to her. "Each enemy that I beat, each rival or nemesis, anything that I protect you from," he smiled, "is for you."

Everything went into a blur, the picture started to fade, and a new vision was coming. Squall had known a little more now. But still, what did this girl play in his life? Why hadn't he kept in contact with her after all these years? Did they break up? All those lovey-dovey promises and confessions, they meant nothing?

It was in an unknown area. From what he could tell, it was at night, and it was possibly at the forest just outside Balamb Garden. Trees surrounded Squall, who, with a Gunblade, was on the floor, collapsed. Hillary was next to him, panting.

"They're gonna find us soon..." Hillary spoke quietly. "Squall?"

She looked at him. Squall didn't answer. He probably passed out. She crawled to him, and started shaking the motionless boy. "Squall...Squall...wake up..."

"Cure," she tried casting, weakened as she already was. It helped a little. Squall came to his senses, but was very weak.

"Hillary...you there?" he looked up. His view was fazed. All he could see was a figure next to him, holding on to his hand tightly. He knew it was Hillary. "Will...we make it?" he asked. A small tear flowed from his right eye.

Hillary showed sympathy. It hurt her to see him like this.

They were on a bus, back from Balamb. On they way, several men got up and raised weapons from their pockets. They were runaway Seeds, rebellious cowards who ran from their duty, and were hunted down. Squall and Hillary, both their allegiance sworn to Garden, fought. Young and un-experienced, they lost. Squall had taken a gunshot in order to protect Hillary. But it was no use, she too, was hit.

Running into the woods, they took shelter. But they were loosing blood.

An hour passed, and both of them were feeling very weak.

Squall, taking most of the gunshot, had passed out. But Hillary could still go on. The only way to save him was by casting cure magic. But how? She was too weak, and forcing herself could cause death to herself.

Love is blind, they say. It blocks out all your instincts and self centered attitude. You would do anything for them.

"Squall," she held on to his hand tightly, not wanting to let go.

"Cure!" she cast. It didn't have much effect. Only Squall's hand could tremble.

"Hillary...no..." Squall cried softly. He didn't want her to die. He swore he would protect her. But now, she was the one protecting him.

"Squall...can you hear me...?" she held on even tighter. Kissing him gently, she casted again. It felt like a sharp knife was piercing through her entire body. She was using too much energy she couldn't provide.

"Yes..." his eyes were now red swollen with tears. He didn't want Hillary to die. He knew she would die for him, but didn't want it to happen. She meant the world to him. If only one person could survive, he'd prefer it to be Hillary. But he knew she too would rather die then to live alone. They would both die together. How could she be so selfish? How could she let him live on, while she dies? He couldn't live without her.

"Hillary..." he wanted to tell her how much he loved her. How he wanted to die now together.

"Promise me you'll always remember..." summoning whatever might she had deep inside her, she cast her last spell. It worked. The bleeding stopped. The wounds were healed. But the heart was broken, tremendously. She fell on him, motionless. All Squall could do was lie down and watch in terror. Hillary, collapsing without life. She still felt warm, her chest against his. He could see her face, eyes shut, deeply in peace. He started crying. He wanted top shout. He wanted to scream until his lungs burst. But he couldn't. He didn't have the strength.

A search and rescue party found Squall 4 hours later. They had to put him on life support system. He was on the edge on life and death. Hillary, on the other hand, was pronounced dead.

Squall was in a room, hastily rushed by doctors, trying to save his life. He was semi-conscious.

"Hillary...where are you...?" he shut his eyes.

Squall was back in the lab. Rinoa was holding on to him tightly, crying. Dr Odine and Laguna sighing in relief.

"We almost lost zu there..." Dr Odine said. He pressed a hand against Squall's forehead. "Zis one's gonna be fine."

Squall was motionless. He just stroked Rinoa's hair, telling her he was alright. It was just like the way he did when he was little. With Hillary. Hillary Miilguen.

The clouds looked puffy and perfect. The sky, unlike Squall, were clear blue. Squall and Rinoa was sitting in the wild skirts of Balamb, sitting down. They watched the sky above. Squall knows he now loved Rinoa. She was perfect for him. But there would always be someone special, in the deepest reach of his heart. "I remember," he told Hillary. "I'll always remember."

Never would he forget. About the little girl that changed his life. She who helped him make through a bitter childhood. He would always remember, of the little blonde girl with brilliant blue eyes.

The end.

(maybe the writing sucks, but god-damn I was crying she I wrote this. Well, R&R please. I Seriously hope you liked it. Squall had forgotten about Hillary at first because of the GF. But Hillary remembered Squall all the way until the end of her life. True love is never at first sight. It has to grow, and prove itself.)