This chapter would have to go on the record for one of the world's shortest chapters ever written. But hopefully you still enjoy it!
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Chapter 8: Private talks
I felt everyone's eyes watching me, as though they were trying to burn a hole in me. I was so lost in thought about what Irvine had said, I screamed when a hand caught my arm. I looked at the hand and traced its masculine arm to the head where I found Squall's stormy grey eyes looking into mine.
"We need to talk." He said hoarsely.
I gulped. By his voice, I could tell it was not a debateable subject. I let him lead me into an empty classroom, and the door automatically closed behind us.
I felt… trapped.
"Rinoa's gone." He said collapsing into a chair in the front row. I stood standing where I was. A few moments of silence.
"What do you mean by gone?" I asked. My voice wasn't too shaky which was good.
"Gone, as in her stuff has disappeared and she hasn't been seen since yesterday night." He slouched back in his chair, arms relaxed by his side.
"What are you going to do?" I said, taking the seat next to him.
He looked directly at me and I wanted to look away but I didn't.
"What can I do, Quistis?" his eyes looked so helpless, it was a good question.
I just didn't have a good answer.
"I don't know Squall. It's not my problem." And with those words I got up to leave.
His next words froze me in my tracks.
"But don't you see Quistis, you are the problem." His voice hit me like a knife in the stomach. I turned.
"I can't bury my feelings for you and hope they will go away. Because I know they won't. I loved you the first time I laid eyes on you and I love you even more now. Please tell me you feel the same." There was a long pause in the conversation as I tried to put my thoughts into words.
"I do love you, Squall, I've always loved you. But Rinoa is my friend. We might be soul mates but you're married."
I tried not to make the last part sound like some kind of burden but it was hard.
"If I wasn't, would things be different?" he asked softly.
"Yes Squall. Things would be very different,"
I didn't want to have this conversation anymore. Some things were too hard to be said in words. As I used to tell myself, what's the point of fantasising if your fantasies will never come true?