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SQUARESOFT, SQUARE ENIX or the characters, places or ideas from their
games. They own
me.
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They say that sometimes, when a person makes the journey to the Farplane, they leave behind a few memories; the ones that are so strong to be almost tangible, that have an aura of all the effort and emotion put into their creation. Then once they are no longer entrapped in a body, they cannot help but crystallize into spheres – screaming out to be experienced again.
Static fizzled. Finally the distortion cleared to show Chella glancing up, her heart skipping a beat. The man before her was perfect in every way, his strong character and unbelievable ability with a katana only eclipsed by the rare glimpses of his smile. For a brief, beautiful instant their eyes met.
"The special please."
Oh that voice. So smooth and gentle, it belied the power he wielded in his strong body.
She gave him her usual half-smile and turned to place his order, holding her breath lest she embarrass herself in front of the man who had unknowingly captured her heart.
She slid his dish across the counter to him. He nodded at her, and instantly forgot she existed. She allowed her eyes to follow him for a moment and then turned to the next warrior in line.
"What'll it be then"
From across the room, two narrowed hazel eyes watched the exchange with interest just before the scene flickered out into blackness once again.