Taking off?
By Mark
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What other answer could I give to the woman I love? I was in love with a woman, a strong, brave, independent, intelligent woman, not with an idiotic, slutty, girl. "I will never leave you. I love you, and I will do anything in my power to keep you. Quistis, I don't care about anything else, I don't want anything else. Please, please tell me you want the same." A few tears crossed that beautiful face, before she wrapped her arms around me once more, and with a whispered yes, kissed me once more. Yes, Irvine had tried to commit suicide, but how selfish could one man be? I was starting to hate Irvine. Every time he flirted with Quistis my skin crawled with anger, and now he was doing all he could to keep us apart. Nothing could. Quistis leaned against me, and sighed happily. "Squall, I love you, ya know?" I had to smile there, as I ran my fingers through her silky locks of gold. "So, what are we going to do?" Enquired my angel. "Well, everyone at Garden hates us pretty much, and is against us, Rinoa is evil incarnate and will probably have a seizure when she finds us about us, so..." "I'll pack my bags." "What?" "Lets run away, Squall. Lets get away from Garden, get away from everyone, and just start again." "I...but..." "Don't think, Squall. Just do. Where do you want to go?" Without thinking, I simply replied, "Winhill". And that was that. Luckily, I still had the keys to the Ragnarok. I hated to leave the warm arms of my true love, but I had to. I gave her a quick kiss on her smooth forehead, and I quickly exited to my room, and made sure no one was there, and gathered what I needed. I had enough money to last us decades. Geez! I was running away. Away from my home. To where my parents met. Talk about cliche. I was living a soap opera. A thousand fears crossed my mind. What if, what if, what if...the what ifs always drive you insane. I went to Quistis' room, and decided I would tell her the deal was off. But there she was, in a simple pair of black jeans, a lavender sweater, and her hair long and flowing, and her face ever radiant while the moon shone on it. Forget everything, Squall was my only thought as I took her hand. The Ragnarok was parked out in the forest by the Fire Cavern. No one ever went there, for fear of the T-Rexaurs. Quistis and I slipped out, without fear of them for I had Diablos. Quistis and I sat down, and I set the controls for Winhill, and she came over to me and sat in my lap, and wrapped her arms around me. We didn't say anything, we simply gazed intently at the other. When we landed, I was unaware that any time had passed. We left, hand in hand, and entered Winhill. "Quisty?" "Yes, dearest?" "No one every bought my father's old house, that he lived in with Raine." "Yes." "I love you, my Quistis." Nothing could come in between us. Nothing.
