“Yeah,” he agreed. “But Rinoa was really special.”
“Well I thought Seifer was really special,” she answered. “And he turned out to be a jerk. So it goes both ways...and sadly, things don’t always work out the way we want them to. I’m so sorry Squall. I wish there was something I could say to make you feel better but there isn’t.”
The rain fell harder. It was thundering in the distance. The two of them knew it was a good idea to go inside. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” he muttered. “Let’s go inside; it’s way too stormy now.”
Stormy...that was an interesting word to use. It reminded Quistis of Squall’s eyes. They were always stormy and brooding...
Squall always seemed to be in a quiet mood. He had no reason to be; everyone was friendly and kind to him.
What was he afraid of?
Maybe it wasn’t what he was afraid of...but a *who*?
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