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Chapter Seven

Rinoa walked out of the restroom, her eyes watching her feet move in her white tennis shoes. Why had she hid in the restroom, why had she left her seven year-old daughter sitting at the table in a crowded restaurant? There was nothing that she needed to hide from Amall; she had a right to know. But was Rinoa just trying to hide it from herself?

Sitting down next to Amall, the young mother noticed Squall out of the corner of her eye. He was staring at the dark wall that was in front of him. Rinoa could feel herself tense up, her heart began to race, her vision blurred by her memories of the night before. She could feel Amall's eyes on her, her curiosity of her mother's silence. Rinoa turned and looked at her like there was nothing wrong, but inside she was bleeding from the pain her heart carried.

They ordered their food and waited patiently for it. Amall could not take the silence any longer, the question was haunting her. She had to ask her again, "Mommy, you never answered my question. Who is my father?" She folded her arms and sternly pouted, staring at her mother. She could tell that her mother was frozen once again by the question, but she just had to know the truth. There was a nagging voice inside of her that told her that she needed to know, but was not getting it out of Rinoa without repeating it over and over.

Squall continued to listen contently once he heard those words leave the young girls lips. He gripped onto every minute of the tense silence between the two, yet he still could not figure any of it out. Why did Rinoa have a daughter who just happens to be the right age to be from when Rinoa was still in the Garden...no! Squall could not think that it was from when she was still in the Garden, nothing like that ever happened between him and her. Everything was all just to confusing, nothing made sense, nothing!

Hearing a desperate sigh come from his angel's table, Squall was brought out of his thoughts and to a reality where everything was completely real. There was nothing that he could do but listen.

"Amall, sweetie, mommy doesn't want to talk about it right now, maybe later." Her voice was still the same drizzling tone with the same angelic plead she always held in her beautiful voice. Squall was always enchanted by her voice, but to hear it now, after so long, other than the night before when he was drunker than drunk, it was music to his ears. He could hear a disappointed grunt coming from the young girl named Amall and he had to agree with her. He needed to know who this girl's father was. But the biggest question in Squall's mind was how was he going to talk to Rinoa? She always seemed to notice him, but she never made an attempt to do anything other than ignore his presence.

Finally getting up enough courage to get up out of his hidden seat, Squall walked up to Rinoa and Amall with a prayer in his heart that she would listen to him and maybe even answer his questions. One thing was for sure though, she was not going to get away without telling him who the young girl's father was...

AN: Sorry it has taken me so long to update and that it is such a short chapter, but I have been really busy with school because the end of the term is coming up and I have been just too damn busy with writing an actual novel (I want to become a writer). I promise that the next chapter will give more information and will be longer, but it might take a little longer to update then.

Until next time,

Jo Pina Colada Tookey

Never leave the windows open at night