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Disclaimer: I do not own it! If I did, Irvine might be forced to cut his hair…

Chapter Four

It was still dark when Rinoa woke up. Laguna had called last night. They were coming back sometime today. From what Laguna had said, Squall still hadn't said a word. To anyone.

Rinoa climbed out of bed and quietly left her dorm. She walked across the hall and opened Squall's door. It was dark and extremely clean. The bed looked like it was never used. Rinoa sat on the bed and laid her head on his pillow. She put her hand underneath it and her fingers ran across a piece of paper. Hand shaking, she pulled it out. It was her note she left him. Tears started to pour down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She cried and ran out of the room back to her dorm. She flung herself onto her bed. It was her fault. All her fault that he was in such pain. She had to talk to him and soon.

It was midday. Squall landed the Ragnarok behind Balamb Garden. He and Laguna walked into the Garden and up to Cid's office for his report.

Cid dismissed Squall and he headed towards his dorm. He opened the door and walked over to his bed. There on his bed, was a white lily and a note: 'I'm sorry.'

Squall slowly picked them up. The handwriting was so familiar. Shaking his head, he placed them on his desk and laid down. He stared at the ceiling for a while. Maybe I should try and find her? Squall thought. Not doing so would only make things worse.

But where would she be? She could be anywhere. Timber, Deling, Esthar, even at Edea's house. But she had to be somewhere-right?

Squall sat up. He couldn't take it anymore. Too much pain. He walked out of his dorm to Quistis' classroom. He knocked on the door.

"Come in," Quistis called after a few moments.

Squall walked in. Quistis was behind her desk grading papers. She looked up.

"Oh, Squall! What's the matter?" Quistis asked the Commander.

"Quistis," Squall 's voice was low and whispered.

"He speaks!" She exclaimed, smiling.

Squall scowled, "I need your help."

"Rinoa?" Quistis wondered aloud.

Squall looked away but nodded. Everyone had been so careful not to talk about her when he was around and hearing her name hurt.

"Squall, I know it hurts. But you need to just give her some time. She'll come around." Quistis placed a hand on Squall's arm.

"Quistis, it's been two months! Don't you think that's enough time!" Squall raised his voice, warningly.

"Squall, calm down. Why don't you go do something to take this off your mind. You're over-reacting just a little. "Quistis went back to grading her papers. "And try not to worry. Alright?" Squall left for his office. Maybe he was over-reacting.

'Try not to worry.' She had said. Fat load of help that was. Worrying was something he did best when she was involved.

"I need you." Squall said as he put his head down on his desk.

Selphie placed the roses in the vase. There, the last one. She thought to herself, smiling. Almost everything was set, the party would be great! True, it was only an end of the year party, but hopefully, it would raise some spirits. Two in particular.

"Selphie, could you give me a hand?" Irvine called from the stage. Selphie hopped over.

"Whatcha need?"

"I can't get the confetti, balloons, and rose petal stuff to stay in the net." Irvine complained, fiddling with net. "How am I supposed to get it to stay?"

"Here," Selphie said, standing on the stool and tying the net string higher. Everything stayed.

"Am I good or what?" Selphie went into a fit of giggles.

"Or what." Irvine replied, placing an arm around Selphie playfully.

As soon as Quistis was sure that Squall was gone, she ran over to her closet.

"Rinoa, you can come out now. He's gone." Quistis said, pulling open the closet door. "Rinoa, I'm so sorry, but I had to. He can't know you're here. Not yet, anyway. What's wrong?" Rinoa stepped out of the dark closet, her eyes red.

"It's nothing. I just need to, uh, go do something." Rinoa quickly left the classroom. She just needed to be alone for a while.

Rinoa flung herself down on the bed. He spoke. He actually said something! But he sounded so… distant. It was as if he had spoken from far away. He also sounded hurt and lonely.

"All because of me," Rinoa said angrily to herself. "All because I was stupid enough to leave."

Rinoa punched madly at the pillow. "I've got to tell him I'm here. I need to be with him. He's done so much for me. He may not think so, but he has, and I'm so stupid." Rinoa said aloud. She really hated herself. "That's it! I can't take it! I'm going to him. Tonight." Rinoa said, and then gulped nervously.

"Oh, the things I get myself into." Rinoa moaned.

Squall slowly walked down the hall to the dormitories. Today had been a rough day. Why do I put up with this? Squall asked himself as he opened the door to his dorm.

Everyday it seemed that the day just dragged on, never-ending, and to top it off, his days seemed to just get worse and worse and worse. Maybe this just wasn't worth it anymore. Why stay somewhere if you're miserable all the time?

But you can't leave. This is your home. That little voice I the back of his head reminded him. Maybe a hot shower would help. He figured.

Rinoa paced back and forth in her dorm. Every few minutes, she went and checked to see if his light was off yet. She was getting the jitters.

What if he's angry with me or doesn't… love me anymore? She kept thinking over and over again. It was a horrible thought, but to every decision there's a downside-right?

"I'm so paranoid, it's pathetic." Rinoa said aloud. But hey, I'm only human. Rinoa added, keeping that in her head. She smiled. She wasn't as nervous now, but those jittery feelings were still there.

No matter what happens tonight, Rinoa thought. The important thing, and I will tell him whether he knows or not, is that I love him.

Squall pulled on his sweat pants and tank. He gently rubbed a towel through his hair, uncovering that ugly scar. He shook his head. No matter what he did, it was still visible. Thank, Seifer. He thought bitterly.

Squall turned on the radio and climbed into bed, turning out the light, as well. To make things worse, if possible, they were playing 'Eyes On Me' by Julia Heartilly, Rinoa's dead mother.

Just the perfect song for a broken heart. Squall thought irritably. He closed his eyes. He had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

A/N: Ohh, I wonder what's gonna happen next? Well, for those who wanna know, ya gotta stick with me. It will hopefully get better from here. Wouldn't that be great? Yes, it would Anyway, it's late and I am going to bed. Chapter five coming soon if I get the reviews for it. Please R&R! Thanks, good night, and Later Days!