A/N: I've finally decided that my next Seiftis fic will be the sequel of this here story. It's quite tragic that this epilogue sounds so...tragic, but wait and see what's coming right at ya! Because it's nowhere near tragic...just...ironically ridiculous! This epilogue was initially the prologue of the upcoming sequel...but I wanted my next fic to have a fresh start, so that's why I placed this here. Please read it: "Three Words, Eight Letters". I'm already in the process of fixing its chapters.
Epilogue
I thought it was my fairytale,
But I woke up from dreaming.
I woke up and he wasn't there.
I hate him.
Quistis opened her diary, a pen on one hand, and the other, flipping through the pages. Her thoughts bordered between her work and her quiet moments that day, a self-reflection which would soon be permanently inscribed in ink. At each flip of the page, her eyes would unmindfully focus on a single word, random words, but words she had written and found value at one time in her life. It wasn't on purpose that she would look at those words, it was instinct; an innate nature of the human eye.
One particular word made her stop…a name:
Seifer Almasy
She sighed and looked at the page. Her handwriting was unusually heavy for that journal entry, carried by her emotions; both words and handwriting were dark. She began reading it for what was probably the fourth time in her life. That was the burden of a diary, you keep both good and bad memories, and you get to relive that experience every time you'd come across the page—and reading the worst downs of your life would always hurt. No matter how long ago.
Big bold letters titled that entry:
R.I.P.
SEIFER ALMASY
I am not going to write a eulogy on that bastard Seifer Almasy. Seifer. Even if I wanted to, it wouldn't be right—I feel like a never knew him at all, and that would be like judging a total stranger with so much bias. But beyond that, my reason for not writing a eulogy is simple: Seifer is not dead. Not in this world at least…but in my heart...he is...and soon in my memory, he will be.