If It Weren't For My Faulty Memory
by Lady Pyrefly
Author's Note: This story is actually based on a dream I had. But in my dream, Selphie, Quistis, and Zell all went into the chamber. Yeah, I know. What a loser. I have dreams about Final Fantasy. Please read and review. This is told in Selphie's point of view except for the last paragraph at the end.
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If it weren't for my faulty memory, I would have fallen in love with you. But you knew that already, didn't you, cowboy? You loved me, I know you did. You told me that one day on the train, all those years after we were separated. All those years I don't remember. I don't remember the Orphanage, or my first day at Trabia. I don't really remember much anymore.
I keep a diary still, of what I do everyday. Sometimes it helps me remember, but more often than not, I forget to write in it. Damn you, Carbuncle. Eating my memories slowly everyday, taking away from me my childhood, my life. I miss it.
I miss you, cowboy. I miss knowing your name, knowing why you picked me for your group over the instructor. I miss her too. She used to boss us around. The sad thing is I don't even know who "us" is anymore. I remember little pieces of things, that day on the train I already mentioned, playing the guitar in a strange town, that gray-haired woman cursing all SeeDs. Not much more than that.
I guess it's all my fault that I don't remember these things anymore. I could stop using the GFs. I could stop junctioning Carbuncle and Siren. But, and I'm sure this will sound stupid, Carbuncle and Siren are all I have left now. They know me, they don't think I'm insane because I don't remember much these days. Stupid, right?
So then, one day, that short man with the funny accent told me he could fix my memories. I almost cried, I was so happy. So all of us, the commander, the instructor, the library-girl, the fighter, the knight, the angel, and you, my cowboy, packed into that flying ship and we left for the futuristic city. It's name is...damn it all. I used to know that. But anyway, when we got there, that weird little doctor told me what he was going to do. He explained it all using so many big words, my head spun. His assistants guided me over to this small little door, and pushed me in. Right before they closed the door on me, I heard you say, "Wait, Selphie I-"but I didn't get to hear you finish. Selphie is my name, right?
So that's where I am now. My hand is against the metal wall that they pushed me through, and a greenish gas is coming in through the vent. It's cold. Very, very cold. I'm crying too. The tears slip down my cheeks and freeze halfway down. I don't even remember to wipe them away. There's something I'm forgetting. I know there is. What was it? What?
Oh yes, I remember. If it weren't for my faulty memory, I would have told you I love you.
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A few minutes pass, and no one speaks. Irvine especially is quiet. Then, an alarm begins to sound, and a sterile woman's voice speaks, "Warning. Malfunction in the Memory Obtainment Cell. Warning." Dr. Odine runs towards the keypad opposite the chamber, and pounds a few keys. The alarm stops, and the chamber opens. Selphie Tilmitt does not emerge. Her body is never found.
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Author's Note: Yes, I know, it's not exactly a happy story, but my fanfics seldom are. I just hope you all got what I mean by "cowboy" or "the futuristic city." If you've played FF8, you probably do, but if you don't, review and tell me. I'll try to fix it. Thanks!