Love Me, Sit With Me.
I was sat alone, like most lunchtimes at the Garden, outside. I wasn't eating lunch, like everyone else. I wasn't playing games or talking, like everyone else. I was sitting in the shade, unlike everyone else. The sun played in the sky, hiding behind clouds and appearing once more to dazzle everyone in its fiery brilliance. I hated the sun. I made me uncomfortably warm, ruined my complexion and hurt my eyes. It was just a general nuisance.
Boys and girls, men and women, walk, ran and strolled past me, paying no heed to my glare in their direction. No one seemed to notice me anymore, that or they didn't want to notice me. Ever since the incident with the sorceress everyone had been ignoring me or avoiding my gaze. All of them except him. That brunette who had taken pity on me because he knew the truth, that it wasn't my fault. Squall. He was coming over right now, hand on hip, coming to see me.
I felt sudden relief at the fact I wasn't alone anymore. Loneliness had become normal for me, but when he turned up I was so, so happy it had gone and left me. After all, it's human nature to want to be with people. Even mister stoic wanted someone he could sit with, talk with, laugh with.
He sat next to me on the deep green grass, his hands in his lap and his legs pulled in in a protective position. That guy never trusted anyone, not even me.
"Hey Squall." I broke the silence by greeting him.
Once again he didn't reply, but sat next to me staring off into another world, perhaps the only world he knew. The one in his head. I had thought him crazy at the start of out meetings. He just stared off, not at anything in particular, not at anything any other mortal could see. Many didn't understand him, thought he was lost in his mind, but there were a few that did. Myself being one of them.
He had been like this since we had first met, only changing when that damn girl Rinoa had turned up. When she had turned up she had taken him from his peace and had thrown him into a world he was scared and unsure of. A world he had never been in, but only witnessed from inside his safe, secure solitude.
Not that it mattered to me, I was fine with him just the way he was, but if he changed again, became more open, I wouldn't know what to do. With his looks he may even make friends, other friends than me, and I would be left alone once more.
For the time being I was happy just to sit with him, look at him and vent my feelings onto him. He never said a word, but maybe one day he would. Maybe he would say the word I wished he would say. The word, "Love." But until then I could wait.
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Ok, another one shot from moi! Please R&R!