Disclaimer: I don't own FFVIII, but I wish I did. If I did, Rinoa would not have ended up with Squall. Trust me.
Prologue: It Wasn't Meant to Be
Squall and Rinoa stood outside on the balcony in the back of the Training Center. Both looked troubled, as though they had something to say. The two shifted uneasily from foot to foot, looking at the rain filled clouds.
"Squall-"
"Rinoa-"
"No, you go first Squall."
"Fine. Rinoa, I don't think that this relationship is working out. It feels like the light's burnt out and it can't be fixed. Sorry. I just mean, I think we should see other people." Squall revealed with his usual expressionless mask on. Rinoa sighed, not with sadness, but relief.
"You too?" she smiled. Rinoa leapt up and hugged Squall. Picking up her weapon she bounced into the training center.
Squall stayed for a while. The SeeD commander looked into the night sky and let the mask fall. For the first time in years, he felt alone. The rain came and the commander let the tears flow.
Running in the darkness,
No where to go,
All light has faded,
So has all hope
A/N: The poem listed at the bottom is my own and I'm surprised that I was able to come up with it minutes before I uploaded it.