Squal had walked far carrying the unconsious Rinoa on his back across Fishermans Horizon. He wondered when she would just wake up. If she would ever wake up. The only thing he wanted was for her to open her eyes and be herself again. To talk to him, tell him that everything is going to be ok like she had done for as long as she had known him. For the first time in his life he felt like he needed to be close to someone. Squall needed Rinoa. As the sun was setting on the horizon he placed Rinoa down on the bridge. Fishermans Horizon had never looked so beautiful. The orange and peach sky over a clear blue sea.
Squall sat down on the edge looking out at the sun before it sank away. He looked back at Rinoa and thought to himself how beautiful she was. In a way he had regretted the way he had treated her, the cold replies, the 'I wanna be alone' attitude. Squall looked back at the horizon, in an attempt to change the subject.
"I wonder what everyone is doing."
Squall left the Garden without saying goodbye to anybody. He even wondered if anybody would notice if he was gone. He knew that his paranoia gets the better of him most of the time and he blocks out the emotion of others no matter what their good intentions are.
"They're probably laughing at me. Or maybe they're angry?"
Looking down at the ocean below his feet he thought hard and long about what the others were doing at this moment. Did he do wrong by not saying goodbye? Always being on his own, Squall just found it natural to do things by himself and never felt the need to include others in his life decisions. But that was when he didn't have anybody who relied on him. Squall had made a few friends. People who he cared about deep down. Maybe he was just to stubborn to admit it. Squall looked back at Rinoa.
"What do you think?"
As he was met by silence, expected, he turned back to face the sun watching it hide behind the clouds that passed infront of him. The perfect metaphor for time. Squall waited a few seconds hoping so much for a reply but nothing was heard but the gulls in the air, the sea peacefully lapping under Fishermans Horizon and the calm wind briskly blowing by.
"To tell you the truth... I worry too much of what others think of me. I hate that side of me."
For the first time in Squalls life he had finally opened up to another person. Even though Rinoa was in an incredibly deep sleep, he just felt that he needed to tell her what he feels in this moment.
"That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it"
With deep sighs breezing into the wind, Squall just said what he felt hoping that somehow she could hear him.
"Squall is an unfriendly, introverted guy. It made it easy for me when people percieved me that way."
As he let out his final words he turned to face Rinoa.
"That's a secret between you and me. Got that?"
Squall picked himself up and walked away from the edge and back to her. He placed his arms around her, picked her up and placed her on his back ready to continue on the long journey they had to take together. The sun continued to glow less and less as he began to walk across the bridge.
"Rinoa..."
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