Identity
In life you learn one basic thing; there is no end. People die, babies are born and mistakes are made all the time. You live with regret, alone or just simply miserable. The only final end is when you die and you pray that one the other side you won't be able to remember a thing of this life. Too depressing? Welcome to the psyche of Rinoa Heartily.
She moved to the rooftop when the sun begun to rise. It was still raining then as it was now and numbingly cold but she hardly felt it. A lonely figure atop a ten-story apartment block and shrouded by the heavy downpour, she gazed down at the streets of Deling. Below, life went on as usual, nearly everyone walking those streets or cursing in their cars on the congested roads had a purpose that was their own no matter how small. Those people had an important place they had to go.
And what about my life? Rinoa wondered. For the past nine years all she had known was purpose and regret. Her existence was brutal and raw; she lived day to day in a shell. The world didn't know her and all she knew was ravenous hunger and lust.
Rinoa Heartilly, such secrets she hides in her beautiful porcelain face. Holding out her hand she allows rain water collect in the palm before abruptly splaying her fingers causing the clear water to spill. Fascinated, she watches rain droplets collect at the tips of her nails, hanging there till they got too heavy and fell. Just like me, she thought. I wanted so much to remember, I thought aggression was the key and I broke under it. I went ballistic. And still I do not remember anything. She tilts her head back and spreads her arms, just like she had in her dream.
On the ground, far below another looks up. Dark blue eyes stares, instinctive and hard as ice. She was a beautiful woman. You wouldn't think she was a killer now would you? Not with that milky skin and perfect seductress blond hair. With a black umbrella in hand, she held her gaze, while around her people jostled past, taking care to not come too close. Everything about this woman was artic, even a cold draft seemed to hang around her frame like a heavy cloak. Turning she made her way to the building's entrance, as she strode past him, the doorman shivered.
Rinoa, Rinoa. Such secrets you hide. Even from yourself.
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Siren (noun) Greek Mythology. One of a group of sea nymphs (with heads of women and bodies of birds) who by their sweet singing lured mariners to destruction on the rocks surrounding their island.
Siren A woman regarded as seductive and beautiful.
You know, when they say that a siren is seductive and beautiful, they left out one important word. Dangerous.
I made my way down the wooden staircase, ending my long vigil on the roof. All I'm wearing is a sodden gown that is clinging embarrassingly to my every curve. How stupid am I to out in the rain like that. Do people really grow older with age? I am still the same fool on January 19th, two weeks ago. Still the same fool who may just given the police the evidence they need to lead them to us. I opened the door to my apartment, cold and even more miserable than when I had gone up. I thought that the cold air would help me get my sanity in check. I went straight to the bathroom, stripping myself quickly and turning on the shower. I'm already shivering violently as I step in
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Rinoa didn't hear the front door opening, she sure didn't hear the click of its lock and the turning of the big brass knob. A figure stepped in fearlessly and surveyed its surrounding of wood and warm colors with extreme distaste as it shut the door behind it. The clicks of heavy boots continued to be unheard by the unsuspecting woman in the shower. Rinsing the shampoo out of her slowly, Rinoa hummed to herself and tried to let the heat of the water seep into her soul. She felt so bitter inside, why couldn't have a normal life? Make her a pretentious high-class bitch, a workaholic or a farmer. Why did God have to make her this? Why is she a murderer?
The shower curtains snapped apart and Rinoa turned, a sharp scream lodged in her throat. She covered her mouth abruptly when she saw who it was. Quistis watched her calmly, unperturbed by the fact that Rinoa was standing before her completely naked.
"Get dressed", she snapped, tossing Rinoa a towel.
Fifteen minutes later the pair sat stiffly opposite each other on the sofas. The silence between them thick and strain as it always was. Rinoa was hanging her head shamefully, studying the patterns of her jeans with avid interest. Guilt was eating through her as Quistis's presence brought all that had happened that night to the surface.
"Quis-", "Rinoa don't, I'm still furious about what had happened. Do you know how hard RuiEn, Selphie and I are trying to clean up the mess you made?" This made Rinoa feel even worse and she fought back the tears that were threatening to erupt from her. But crying is unacceptable. It's a weakness that Quistis refuses to even acknowledge. She gripped her knees hard as she whispered," Have you found my ring?" "No."
Rinoa heard the rustle of leather as Quistis got to her feet and she quickly stood to be washed over with the coldness of her sister's eyes. Breaking contact, Quistis reached into her pocket to take out a black velvet ring box. Without looking at Rinoa, she pushed it into the brunette's warm hands. Rinoa turned it over her hands till curiosity got the better of her and she pried it open. A platinum ring sat inside the box. The ring was engraved with the image of a phoenix, a wing half covering its long neck and most of the platinum surface. A small ruby set eye glowered the firebird's challenge.
Puzzled, Rinoa looked up to find that Quistis was already at the door. Her sister still had her back faced to Rinoa as she said chillingly. "Your mother wanted me to give this to you on your twenty-seventh birthday and I've fulfilled it. Regardless of what she had done. History is repeating itself Rinoa Heartilly. Why are you and orphan? Remember that answer Rinoa and watch your actions. Because if the SeeD's the police have hired find us, don't hope I'll think twice about turning you in. I love you but I did not live this long to be brought down by an incomplete siren!"
The door slammed shut, and crumbling to her knees Rinoa sobbed despairingly. She wrapped her arms around herself, rocking her body back and forth, cradling her broken pride. A knife of pain slid through her heart and crying harder she gripped the ring hard.
If there are two things you can learn in life it is that life goes on when you feel like shit and that you are usually alone to live through the worst of it.
Author's notes: Hi to whoever reads this story, I'm sorry it took me so long to update but I had to concentrate on my exams. Anyway I know this still is kinda different form the last chapter and long winded and I hoped you enjoyed it. Please send me some feedback so I can improve myself. Cya.. fallened
In life you learn one basic thing; there is no end. People die, babies are born and mistakes are made all the time. You live with regret, alone or just simply miserable. The only final end is when you die and you pray that one the other side you won't be able to remember a thing of this life. Too depressing? Welcome to the psyche of Rinoa Heartily.
She moved to the rooftop when the sun begun to rise. It was still raining then as it was now and numbingly cold but she hardly felt it. A lonely figure atop a ten-story apartment block and shrouded by the heavy downpour, she gazed down at the streets of Deling. Below, life went on as usual, nearly everyone walking those streets or cursing in their cars on the congested roads had a purpose that was their own no matter how small. Those people had an important place they had to go.
And what about my life? Rinoa wondered. For the past nine years all she had known was purpose and regret. Her existence was brutal and raw; she lived day to day in a shell. The world didn't know her and all she knew was ravenous hunger and lust.
Rinoa Heartilly, such secrets she hides in her beautiful porcelain face. Holding out her hand she allows rain water collect in the palm before abruptly splaying her fingers causing the clear water to spill. Fascinated, she watches rain droplets collect at the tips of her nails, hanging there till they got too heavy and fell. Just like me, she thought. I wanted so much to remember, I thought aggression was the key and I broke under it. I went ballistic. And still I do not remember anything. She tilts her head back and spreads her arms, just like she had in her dream.
On the ground, far below another looks up. Dark blue eyes stares, instinctive and hard as ice. She was a beautiful woman. You wouldn't think she was a killer now would you? Not with that milky skin and perfect seductress blond hair. With a black umbrella in hand, she held her gaze, while around her people jostled past, taking care to not come too close. Everything about this woman was artic, even a cold draft seemed to hang around her frame like a heavy cloak. Turning she made her way to the building's entrance, as she strode past him, the doorman shivered.
Rinoa, Rinoa. Such secrets you hide. Even from yourself.
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Siren (noun) Greek Mythology. One of a group of sea nymphs (with heads of women and bodies of birds) who by their sweet singing lured mariners to destruction on the rocks surrounding their island.
Siren A woman regarded as seductive and beautiful.
You know, when they say that a siren is seductive and beautiful, they left out one important word. Dangerous.
I made my way down the wooden staircase, ending my long vigil on the roof. All I'm wearing is a sodden gown that is clinging embarrassingly to my every curve. How stupid am I to out in the rain like that. Do people really grow older with age? I am still the same fool on January 19th, two weeks ago. Still the same fool who may just given the police the evidence they need to lead them to us. I opened the door to my apartment, cold and even more miserable than when I had gone up. I thought that the cold air would help me get my sanity in check. I went straight to the bathroom, stripping myself quickly and turning on the shower. I'm already shivering violently as I step in
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Rinoa didn't hear the front door opening, she sure didn't hear the click of its lock and the turning of the big brass knob. A figure stepped in fearlessly and surveyed its surrounding of wood and warm colors with extreme distaste as it shut the door behind it. The clicks of heavy boots continued to be unheard by the unsuspecting woman in the shower. Rinsing the shampoo out of her slowly, Rinoa hummed to herself and tried to let the heat of the water seep into her soul. She felt so bitter inside, why couldn't have a normal life? Make her a pretentious high-class bitch, a workaholic or a farmer. Why did God have to make her this? Why is she a murderer?
The shower curtains snapped apart and Rinoa turned, a sharp scream lodged in her throat. She covered her mouth abruptly when she saw who it was. Quistis watched her calmly, unperturbed by the fact that Rinoa was standing before her completely naked.
"Get dressed", she snapped, tossing Rinoa a towel.
Fifteen minutes later the pair sat stiffly opposite each other on the sofas. The silence between them thick and strain as it always was. Rinoa was hanging her head shamefully, studying the patterns of her jeans with avid interest. Guilt was eating through her as Quistis's presence brought all that had happened that night to the surface.
"Quis-", "Rinoa don't, I'm still furious about what had happened. Do you know how hard RuiEn, Selphie and I are trying to clean up the mess you made?" This made Rinoa feel even worse and she fought back the tears that were threatening to erupt from her. But crying is unacceptable. It's a weakness that Quistis refuses to even acknowledge. She gripped her knees hard as she whispered," Have you found my ring?" "No."
Rinoa heard the rustle of leather as Quistis got to her feet and she quickly stood to be washed over with the coldness of her sister's eyes. Breaking contact, Quistis reached into her pocket to take out a black velvet ring box. Without looking at Rinoa, she pushed it into the brunette's warm hands. Rinoa turned it over her hands till curiosity got the better of her and she pried it open. A platinum ring sat inside the box. The ring was engraved with the image of a phoenix, a wing half covering its long neck and most of the platinum surface. A small ruby set eye glowered the firebird's challenge.
Puzzled, Rinoa looked up to find that Quistis was already at the door. Her sister still had her back faced to Rinoa as she said chillingly. "Your mother wanted me to give this to you on your twenty-seventh birthday and I've fulfilled it. Regardless of what she had done. History is repeating itself Rinoa Heartilly. Why are you and orphan? Remember that answer Rinoa and watch your actions. Because if the SeeD's the police have hired find us, don't hope I'll think twice about turning you in. I love you but I did not live this long to be brought down by an incomplete siren!"
The door slammed shut, and crumbling to her knees Rinoa sobbed despairingly. She wrapped her arms around herself, rocking her body back and forth, cradling her broken pride. A knife of pain slid through her heart and crying harder she gripped the ring hard.
If there are two things you can learn in life it is that life goes on when you feel like shit and that you are usually alone to live through the worst of it.
Author's notes: Hi to whoever reads this story, I'm sorry it took me so long to update but I had to concentrate on my exams. Anyway I know this still is kinda different form the last chapter and long winded and I hoped you enjoyed it. Please send me some feedback so I can improve myself. Cya.. fallened