I hate the anticipation. I guess it's a part of the chase, something you can't help. It kills me, though—the watching, the waiting. It's enough to take the wind outta your sails. The questioning: that nagging inner narrative that questions your every move. Then there's the hoping and wishing. That wishful thinking can be the worst. It can pull you up so high just to knock you back down to the ground with all your dreams shattered around you. This whole thing kills me every time—this cat-and-mouse wooing thing. I like a challenge, but I hate this.
Why is it so goddamn addicting, then?
A/n: Damn, guys. I got that one down to about 100 words. I guess I'm making up for the 600-1000 word ones, eh? Yes, it's back to a little angst, for old time's sake. I based this one off of a little poem-esque thing I wrote a few months ago, unrelated to FFVII, but I felt a tug of inspiration when I read it again.
I hate the anticipation— / The watching, the waiting/ The questioning/The hoping and wishing/ It kills me every time…/ Why is it so addicting?
Oh, and next chapter will be up in the next couple of hours or so--and it's centered around one of my favorite FFVII characters--wait, make that FF characters in general--wait, make that one of my favorite characters of all time ever: Mr. Vincent Valentine.