Yup I wrote this one for myself. It was thanks to a picture a wonderful artist did. :) I couldn't be happier with this one. :)
For ME (1pharaoh1lover)
There is a Way {by} NewWorldSon / Bartz Squall / Death, Jacket, Tears
Not Just a Word
I stand under the ledge of a building with branches from trees blowing in the strong wind. My devastated friend, that I care for deeply, is in far in front of me, standing at the foot of his own brother's grave. Rain trickles down from the pitch black clouds above, warning all to head for cover, before its too late. Turning toward me, he begins to walk to the overhang. Short brown locks drip with the pressure of the rain, while the bangs, that are usually swept to the side, are plastered to the sides of his face. Glazed, blue-gray eyes focus on his boot clad feet as he walks to me. His white t-shirt sticks to his chest, while the knees of his jeans are caked with mud, from kneeling at the headstone. My own brown hair is just as short, but the bangs are short and curve inward toward the space between my grayish-brown eyes. I peel my ebony jacket off and, as he gets to me, I hang it on his shoulders.
I know better than to hug the lion that is Squall Leonhart. He shows no affection. No emotion other than the sarcastic comment. But I still care for him. He's my older by a year, but because of all the pain and death he's gone through, he might as well be a year my younger.
I grab his chin and force him to look up at me, "It'll be okay Squall. There are people that love you."
"It's just a word Bartz."
You only say that because no one ever said it to you and you never said it back. Your Mom left your Dad and she never said another word to you...so you think that love is only a four letter word. This cloud of despair that follows you around creates this barrier, that I'm trying so hard to break through. You use these excuses to get away from the world, away from me, not wanting anyone else but the cloud, that hangs over your head.
"One day, it'll change Squall. I promise you, it'll end."
"You can't promise me something like that. We both know it."
Tears begin to build up in his eyes, streaking down his face like the raindrops had previously. Squall brushes my hand away and goes to walk away, but I grab his wrist and pull his soaked back against my chest. "It's not just a word Squall. There's hope waiting for you. There's love in the form of a human, waiting for you. If you'll take my hand and believe me, I promise that you won't ever be alone again."
"But I am alone!" he yells at me as he falls to his knees. I stride around in front of him and kneel. Hands reach out as he falls against my chest, gripping my navy shirt in his fists.
You always want to go it alone.
"Let me shoulder some of your burden. You're life is worth it. Love is worth it. Squall...I love you." I push him up against the concrete wall as well as my lips against his own. Hands push at me, but I grab his hands, cupping my own around his. Pulling away, I ghost my finger through his bangs, pushing them behind his ear. "I promise I'll always love you and don't say I can't or won't. I want you to live life and get out of this darkness, whether I shove you out or help you walk out with pride."
He smiles, actually smiles at me and I know I've done good. I've helped the man I love. "Thank you Bartz...I...I love you too."
Laughing, I press our foreheads together, "See, I told you that it's not just a word."