And So, I Dreamed
By: Fullmetal Ai
It hadn't always been this way. I didn't normally sit by the window of my classroom, looking outside and noticing how blue the sky was, how green the grass was, dreaming of how blazing hot the sun must have felt against my pale skin. I never used to sit in class, staring out that window every day, dreaming about what it would be like to be sitting outside, rather than sitting inside of a dull grey classroom with a monotonous teacher screaming about one thing or another every five or ten minutes. Normally, I would take the pressure of the school day, and save the dreaming for home.
However ..
Ever since Cephiro, I couldn't stop myself. That first time was brutal, and not just for me; All of us had felt the impact of the destruction of Princess Emeraude. I had sat through the school day the entire time afterward, dreaming about what life could have been for Princess Emeraude and High Priest Zagato, if not for the pillar system. I would always dream of a better tomorrow for the two of them, for the greater destiny to have befallen them. They deserved to live. They deserved to love. They deserved to live, while being in love. After our trip, Hikaru wasn't herself. Fuu would always shake her head sadly at the thought, as if trying to pretend that she had never seen what we all knew. We knew what had happened. We knew what we did, and we wanted, ever so badly, to correct our mistakes. We wanted to visit Cephiro again.
Ever since we had come back, we had almost weekly meetings at Tokyo Tower. We thought, by returning to where it all began, that there was a possibility of a recall. We were not desperate for help this time, as most teenagers are .. but rather, we were desperate to help. We wanted to mend things in Cephiro. We wanted happiness to reign true. We wanted to return, to help fight the evils that may come to place fear in the hearts of the citizens of the world we had grown to love so much in our time spent there ..
Every weekend, the three of us returned to Tokyo Tower, with renewed hope of returning to Cephiro. Every weekend, we left Tokyo Tower, our hope faded just a little bit more. Finally, we stopped. We kept in touch by phone, of course; After all, we were still best friends, no matter what. But we rarely ever saw each other. Fuu absorbed herself in her studies, hoping to forget the deeds we had done. Hikaru feel into an extremely noticeable depression. And me?
I couldn't help but continue dreaming. What would life be like if Princess Emeraude and High Priest Zagato were still alive and well, in love, possibly with a child on the way? I was happy in my dreams of the two, safe from the monsters of regret that had embedded themselves into my stomach, reminding me of their fate. I couldn't stop dreaming. I wouldn't stop dreaming.
And so, I dreamed ..