This is my first Final Fantasy 8 fic. Don't be kind. I want to know all the bad stuff.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. It's seven AM on a Saturday and I'm allowed to be lazy.
EYES ON YOU
POV- Squall
I don't know if I've ever been truly happy my whole life. My home that I grew up in was an orphanage, so I've known since the first day I remember that I was alone. Sis had been the only clue to my true past, so when she disappeared as did my past. I remember searching for Sis all around the orphanage, crying in the rain so nobody could see my pain of losing her.
We've all figured out who my parents were, especially with the hint Sis gave me earlier when she said that I came to Matron's house the same day she did. Nobody has had the courage to say it aloud though. They're probably afraid that I'll go berserk or something. But Laguna already knows that if I ever get married, he's invited to the wedding.
I am glad that I finally know that I was wanted as a son at one point in time. Nobody could tell how much, except her- Rinoa. She can usually sniff out my moods, even with my best barriers up, just like how Zell can find the last hotdog hidden in the back of the cafeteria's fridge. It's funny- she's the daughter of Julia. I'm in love with the daughter of my father's ex-girlfriend!
I wish you could meet her. Rinoa, I mean.
"You done?" the energetic man asks me, placing a soft hand on my firm shoulder.
"Almost", I tell him, brushing his hand off of me softly. My fingers brush the engraved letters on the rectangle stone slab, my eyes following them, allowing me to read it to myself.
Raine Loire
May she rest in peace
I know that I've never truly met you before but I've been given the gist of who you were. You were a great person, and I'm sure that you would have been a great mother, too. My great mother.
The truth is, I miss you, mom. I love you.
I carefully place a bouquet of flowers down and hope my prayer is heard by you. Again, my fingers touch your name one last time before standing, walking up to where Rinoa stands silently, with a smile, on top of the hill. I take her within my arms and say one thing:
"I love you."
We get into the car and leave, my eyes watching as your tomb disappears from sight, and I think, 'May the next time we meet, in this life or next, be a pleasant one.'
Okay. This is a mother's day fic I thought I'd write, so don't hate me, 'kay? Too many people seem to hate me today. Cries
