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Chapter 15: Blood and emotions

Kissing, he was kissing her. Her head was pressed hard against the wall, Rinoa gasped at the pain of it. You wouldn't call it a kiss really; a kiss was a loving gesture, to show physically that you loved some one, this was anything but that, a mockery of a kiss, a kiss of hatred, anger, loathing, and resentment. I stood there horrified at the sight. I saw blood, a dark red puddle on the floor, shinning in the little light there was. I traced the source of it, I cried out in awfulness of it all, their plunged into Rinoa's stomach was a knife, in so deep, only a little of the sliver from the blade could be seen, the rest was impaled within her. Squall held the knife in his strong blood stained hand. And every time he went to kiss her the knife sunk in a little further. I felt sick, nauseous at the sight of it. The blood just kept pouring out of her, like a never ceasing river. He began to twist the handle. How could I stand here and watch this? I needed to do something, but what? Thoughts raced through my mind at a million miles an hour.

"NOOOO!!!" I screamed and the loudness of my voice not only shocked Squall but me as well. He pulled away from her and looked blankly at me, as if wondering what did you do that for? I didn't even think before I hurtled myself at him, knocking him to the ground, the knife drawing out of Rinoa's stomach at the same time. She fell like a cascade of rocks. And hit the ground, lying sprawled across it, blood still seeping from her stomach. Her face was so pale it looked like someone had painted it white. I ran to her side, not caring as my dressing gown dipped in the puddles of red. Tears streamed down my face as she looked at me with vacant eyes.

"Rinoa, Rinoa, please stay with me, don't go, oh God Rinoa how could he have done this? It's all my fault." But still she just stared, her breathing was so faint. I held her in my arms, wishing it could be me and not her. "Rinoa, just say something, I'm so sorry," But it didn't seem adequate, not in the slightest. "Rinoa, don't leave me, what will I do without you? Oh please just say something. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I just kept mumbling those words, as she lay limp in my arms, stroking my fingers through her still shiny hair.

She closed her eyes. "No, no don't do that don't close your eyes, Rinoa hang on, I'm here, I'm here and I'm never leaving…" her eyes opened and I don't know whether I imagined it or not but she seemed to smile. Not a big smile just a little upward lift of the lips. I grabbed her hand, she looked at me. "I'm here, I'm here for you Rinoa and I'm sorry, but I'm here for you…" then her lips mouthed the words I know. She closed her eyes and one last breath came from those lips, then she was gone. I wept, I wept like I never have before. No one would ever get me to leave her side. He head was limp and off to the slide. She was so lifeless. "Come back, come back Rinoa, please Rinoa." I shook with sorrow, uncontrollable sorrow.

"She's gone." A voice from above rumbled. I hadn't heard him approach, I looked up and expected to see a look of pity but instead I got a look of hardness and stubbornness. I just wanted to tear him to pieces there and then.

"Things will be better now…it had to be done." He said matter-of-fact like. That just set me off, those words bounced around my head getting louder every time I repeated them to myself.

"WHAT?!" I lay Rinoa down and stood up to face her killer, my lover, her husband.

"You know it had to happen, in fact you gave me the idea when you said it would never happen because of Rinoa," he said plainly.

"So you killed her?" Emotions built up and I felt like I would explode.

"There was no other way," he said looking behind me at his handiwork.

"You know she's right you are a bastard!" I stepped forward and slapped him hard on the face. "Don't you have a conscious? What the hell did I see in you? I never want to see you again. I hate you! All you are is a mindless murderer with a heart of stone." I turned and started to walk away until he stopped in my tracks.

He laughed wickedly, "You can never escape me. We're soul mates remember?"

I turned to face him, tears of rage and sorrow streaming down my face, for once I knew exactly what to say. "Correction, we were soul mates."

THE END