By V.Valentine
Chapter 2
Unknown Love
A/N: Thought I would post Chapter 1 and 2 together, to gives you all a little something more. As always, read and review, and I'm making no money off of any of this.
He was always cute.
Some feared him, some laughed, but I always thought he was cute. He had that dark, mysterious unknown past thing going for him. Not to mention that that I like guys with black hair. And those eyes. The eyes didn't hurt either.
My eyes are crying for him right now.
I should have told him, I should have said something before he left all those months ago. Maybe if he had some sort of inclination that I had a crush on him, maybe he would have stayed.
Who am I kidding? Wild chocobos couldn't drag Vincent Valentine away from anything once he set his mind to it. Especially when dealing with his problems.
And Vincent did have problems. Hojo was a bastard to him, Lucrecia never treated him well either, as far as we were told. Hell, he watched the conception of Sephiroth happen. Right before his very eyes, the biggest monster the planet would ever see, was born.
And he did nothing to stop it.
Guilt was big with Vincent. Guilt was one of the only human emotions that he had to hold on to. Maybe he figured that he needed to hold on to it as tight as he could, lest it slip away.
And leave him to be the monsters that dwelled within him.
Everyone came out today. That makes me feel better, but it doesn't help the situation. Vincent's gone. And no materia can bring him back.
I look over to the woman who was giving the eulogy. How dare Cloud let her come and do this! This is an Avalanche thing, not to mention we barely have a clue as to who she is. She says she was his wife, and the girl standing next to them was their child.
Part of me is jealous of her. She had what I wanted. Vincent, exposed and fragile. I should have been standing up there as his wife, and I would have been, if I only would have told him what I felt about him.
If only…
More tears are coming out now. Few of us have the courage to do anything around Vincent's grave.
I'll admit it whole-heartedly that I wanted Vincent for me. The long nights that I would stay up in the Highwind, and think of him, instead of Cloud who was on top of me.
I wanted it to be Vincent so badly, I almost went up to his door naked one day, and I wanted him to just take me, right then and there.
I don't think that's sluttish. It's just showing how you truly feel towards someone. I've tried so hard to bring sunshine and happiness to the group, even when we were off fighting so that no one would get down or lose hope.
Problem is, is that that's a one way street. No one returned the feelings of happiness, no else tried to keep the hope up. And when certain leaders go chasing after some new girl in a pink skirt, and ignore your childhood friend that saved them from Death itself, I was hurt.
I was hurt bad.
The only other person that was hurt that much and more was Vincent. And then we became friends.
That should have became lovers.
I look back to her. Blonde bitch thinks she's queen of this. She didn't know him like we did. She can't have known everything we've done.
As much as I want him to come back, as much as I'm angry with his wife, as much as I wish things would have been different, the simple truth remains the same.
Vincent Valentine is dead.
And I was in love with him.
Gods, here come the tears again.