01.
"You're an ass."
"Like I haven't heard that one before," Seifer bit back, grabbing Squall by the wrists
and pinning him to the wall. "Come on," he goaded, "you just don't want me to kick your ass again."
Squall turned his head so as not to let Seifer look him in the eye.
02.
"We match now."
The smug look on Seifer's face drew up a rage in Squall,
and he wanted nothing more than to punch him in the face.
"Do you ever listen to yourself?" Squall asked nastily.
"Ooh, he speaks!" Seifer mocked, ignoring Squall's question.
03.
"Some day, I'll tell you about my romantic dream!" Seifer shouted,
laughter in his voice. It made Squall want to push him down the ledge.
04.
Seifer's... dead? This isn't right. He's supposed to be here, beside me,
making me angry and goading me on. He had to push things with the president.
He always pushes. That's what he does.
Did.
05.
Squall stared in horror at the sight of Seifer kneeling beside the sorceress.