Post by saladfingers on May 8, 2005 7:52:21 GMT -5
CHASING YOU
By Ghindie
By Ghindie
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Italized words – Rinoa’s thoughts
Orange colored text - Rinoa's speech
Pink colored text - Squall's speech
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Moonlight reflected off the polished metal as Rinoa fingered the edge of the sharpened blade. A slight breeze ruffled her hair as the flimsy curtains of her room flew open. She turned her head slightly, as if trying to listen to somebody. Holding the knife tightly, she walked over to the window and looked at the water below.
"Squall," She whispered hoarsely, "Squall, is that you?"
She staggered back a few steps, suddenly hit by a wave of memories. "I guess not." After all, he was dead.
Dead. A word she should have come to know and understand, but couldn't face. He couldn't be dead. He was above death. Her grip tightened on the knife and she remembered what she came to his room to do.
With one swift, concise movement, she brought the teeth of the knife over her wrist, not flinching when they bit into her flesh. She inhaled slightly as the first drops of blood appeared on her creamy flesh, and exhaled as they fell to the white carpet.
Like red tears they fell. Her skin cried as she knew her eyes couldn't. Over and over again she drew the blade against her arm, drawing out her life blood, finding a strange satisfaction in the pain she caused her physical being. Pain that couldn't rival the emotional scaring she had undergone. (Yes, you’re right I’ve used this line before. In my other story A Cry in the Dark but as you can see I love it so much I just had to use it again. : P)
Again, she heard a voice coming from the window. She dropped the knife and ran to see if her lover really was dancing on the water below his room. Her nose was filled with his musky sent, her mouth with his taste and her ears with his melodious voice.
He was there, right below her window. He raised one arm to beckon to her, but was stopped by an unseen being. Rinoa leaned against the window, trying to peer into the darkness and find what was hindering her love, but she saw no one.
She swung her legs over the window sill and sat, perched precariously on the edge of death. Her blood ran down her arm and dropped slowly into the deep water below her.
If I can't be yours this lifetime, I will be yours in my next…
With a deep breath, she leaned forward. . .
[Last week]
“I’ll be back, I promise. I’ll be here even before you begin to miss me.”
“But you usually take more than a month to come home! Why don’t you just quit and find a safer and more profitable job! You’ve being toying with death for so long, you can’t be that lucky! Please stay.”
“Oh c’mon Rinoa, you have my word. I’ll be safe, I promise. I always find a way to come back to you safely, this time is no different.”
Then he bade goodbye and walked out the door. Walked out of her life forever. Never to return again. . .
[Present time]
The funeral was attended by few people. Only close relatives and friends came. All was gripped with a deep sense of loneliness and pity. Tragic was the life these two lovers led. But even in death, they proved that love would endure all.
I'm here Squall. I came.
You said you'd be here and you are.
Just like you promised.
They said you would never come, but I knew better.
I love you Squall.
Now we can live together among the stars . . .
You said you'd be here and you are.
Just like you promised.
They said you would never come, but I knew better.
I love you Squall.
Now we can live together among the stars . . .
The End
