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FFVIII: Breaking Up
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Rinoa
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Ending it.
"I can't come to Timber again for quite a while," he said, nonchalently. Trying to hide how much he hated this situation. He'd done it all before, knew all the right lines to say, and yet... and yet something in him regretted doing it, this time. He tried to shake it off. He always said goodbye in the end.
"Oh?" she asked, oh so innocently, and he smiled, because she always made him smile, this silly, naive little girl with her rebel cause and her kind heart. He tried to push those thoughts away, because he shouldn't be thinking them, not now. He was breaking up with her, plain and simple, breaking up and saying goodbye and going back to Garden, a little less bored for the time being, to work hard again for a few weeks.
This was always the hard part, usually, anyway, putting regret into his voice. But he didn't need to find it this time, it was there, raw and uncomfortable in some corner of his mind. "I thought... well, I don't do long distance."
"So..." she took a deep breath and nodded slightly.
"So I figure we'd be better off being just friends," he said, a touch too quickly, but with enough emotion to make up for it.
"Well... call, okay? I still want to come and ask for help from your headmaster."
He nodded, awkwardly, and leaned close to her to snatch one last kiss before he turned and ran for his train. He realised that he really, really hated saying goodbye to her, and it frightened him, a little; he'd said goodbye in just that way so many times before and never cared. Most of the time, he never called again, but this time, when he got back to Garden, he didn't hesitate.
He didn't do long distance relationships, but he could do a friendship.
Pairing: Seifer/Rinoa
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Ending it.
"I can't come to Timber again for quite a while," he said, nonchalently. Trying to hide how much he hated this situation. He'd done it all before, knew all the right lines to say, and yet... and yet something in him regretted doing it, this time. He tried to shake it off. He always said goodbye in the end.
"Oh?" she asked, oh so innocently, and he smiled, because she always made him smile, this silly, naive little girl with her rebel cause and her kind heart. He tried to push those thoughts away, because he shouldn't be thinking them, not now. He was breaking up with her, plain and simple, breaking up and saying goodbye and going back to Garden, a little less bored for the time being, to work hard again for a few weeks.
This was always the hard part, usually, anyway, putting regret into his voice. But he didn't need to find it this time, it was there, raw and uncomfortable in some corner of his mind. "I thought... well, I don't do long distance."
"So..." she took a deep breath and nodded slightly.
"So I figure we'd be better off being just friends," he said, a touch too quickly, but with enough emotion to make up for it.
"Well... call, okay? I still want to come and ask for help from your headmaster."
He nodded, awkwardly, and leaned close to her to snatch one last kiss before he turned and ran for his train. He realised that he really, really hated saying goodbye to her, and it frightened him, a little; he'd said goodbye in just that way so many times before and never cared. Most of the time, he never called again, but this time, when he got back to Garden, he didn't hesitate.
He didn't do long distance relationships, but he could do a friendship.