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I come to awareness, alone in my bed. It's 6 A.M.
I glance out the window, in vain hopes of seeing the sun shining through the dull gray that is the sky, to be able to see the heart warming sight of the eternal blue sky through the numbing white of the blizzard.
...
Why do I get my hopes up about these things?
I curl up under my blankets, clutching my second pillow tighter to me, wishing to draw out the warmth of a human body lying next to me, to draw out the scent of her skin.
I only seem to let myself down.
I should get up and do something productive. I should go out and train, I should get some breakfast.
All I want to do is just drift back into the void, the nothingness of the unconscious.
But sometimes, being Squall Leonheart, being a SeeD, means you can't do all the things you wan't.
I get up, my left arm numb from the way I slept last night.
...This is going to be a long, long day...
I glance out the window, in vain hopes of seeing the sun shining through the dull gray that is the sky, to be able to see the heart warming sight of the eternal blue sky through the numbing white of the blizzard.
...
Why do I get my hopes up about these things?
I curl up under my blankets, clutching my second pillow tighter to me, wishing to draw out the warmth of a human body lying next to me, to draw out the scent of her skin.
I only seem to let myself down.
I should get up and do something productive. I should go out and train, I should get some breakfast.
All I want to do is just drift back into the void, the nothingness of the unconscious.
But sometimes, being Squall Leonheart, being a SeeD, means you can't do all the things you wan't.
I get up, my left arm numb from the way I slept last night.
...This is going to be a long, long day...