Tears of Love
Chapter V "Pressentiment"
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Quistis' body jumped. She felt herself sit upright and her eyes opened. Her window was bare with no curtains, yet no sunlight shone through it. It was still early and too dark to see her watch. Her body shook, not from coldness, but from the memory of what happened a few hours ago.
She couldn't sleep. How could she sleep with Squall lying dead in her living room. Laramie slept with her that night and she could feel his warm body next to hers. He was snoring slightly.
At least he can sleep, Quistis thought as she smiled. But her smile faded as she realized something different about her bed. Her bed is a king size and the mattress is very soft. But the one she felt under her was much harder, and she felt herself being pressed against the wall. Her bed was in the center of the room, and far away from any wall. The room was still too dark to see so Quistis placed her hands to her left where she felt the wall. This is strange.
Within moments a faint sunlight penetrated the thick darkness in the room. Quistis frowned as she realized she wasn't in her room. The walls were a dull white and the bed she sat on wasn't her own, but a much harder single bed. With her heart beating faster, Quistis turned to look at Laramie. She grew a bit calmer when she saw his hair sticking out from under the covers.
Then something else felt different. Quistis felt the bed sheets press against her entire frame. Lifting the sheet, Quistis' eyes widened as she stared at her naked body. It didn't take long for her to put two and two together.
Quistis glanced to her right, to where Laramie slept, but grew horrified when she saw a grown, naked, man sleeping next to her. It wasn't Laramie. It was Squall. This wasn't Quistis' room, nor in her home. She was back in Squall's bed in his dorm.
Confusion swept Quistis. Her head felt dizzy and was beginning to hurt. Was everything a dream? She couldn't believe all of that was a dream. She remembered everything too vividly. How could she have slept ten years worth of her life?
Quistis was on the brink of hyperventilating. She couldn't believe anything that was happening. But then she wondered if this was just a dream.
Then the phone rang. Squalls mumbled groggily as he stretched his hand to the nightstand and grab the phone. Quistis watched with her eyes still wide open.
"Rinoa?" Squall asked as he sat up quickly. He either didn't realize or forgot Quistis sat next to him. All of his attention was the person on the other line.
Quistis felt ill. She kept pinching and biting her tongue, hoping that pain would wake her up from this dream. When nothing worked, Quistis confirmed, horridly, that this wasn't a dream. Everything was happening again.
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The End
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