Disclaimer: All of Final Fantasy 8 belongs to the demigods at Square Enix and Sony and it makes me sad
Written for fated(underscore)children at livejournal, for the themes Unsent Letter and Peace.
Seifer POV


I wrote him a letter once, right after the war, after I'd moved to Deling City, escaping into anonymity, but I never had the guts to actually send it. It lay on my desk for ages, moving only when the window was open and there was a draft. I contemplated putting it into an envelope several times, but since that would have meant adressing and eventually even sending it, I never did. It stayed on my desk, ignored even as I cleaned up.
I thought of throwing it out each time the sight of it, and my cowardice, taunted me, but I never did, the thought of never sending it at all paining me more than having it around ever could.
I found a solution eventually and sent it in my own way, rolling the paper into a slim tube, slipping it into a clear glass bottle and putting a cork on it. I went out to the sea then, to the cliffs near the tomb of the unknown king and threw it, hurtled it into the waves with a shout, part out of frustration that I'd have to miss the familiar sight of it, part out of relief to finally be rid of it.

I don't know if he ever received it, or if it was lost to the waves and sometimes I don't even know which it is that I hope for. All I know is that, this way, I've made peace with myself.