A Life Without Love
I don't own Final Fantasy so don't sue.
As she walked into the room, her audience gasped. She sat down at the grand piano and her fingers began to gently glide across keys, creating an enchanting melody that entranced her listeners. At the end of the piece, the entire room stood up and began to applaud. All except for one man.
That man was Squall Leonhart, a cold-hearted mercenary. He sat alone at the table in the far corner of the bar, his face half-hidden in shadow. Yet the pianist found herself inexplicably drawn to him. She couldn't explain it, there was just something about the way that his stormy blue eyes seemed to reach out into the very depths of her soul. Realising that she had been staring, she hastily thanked her audience and left.
She is beautiful.
That was the first thought that came into the mind of Squall Leonhart as the pianist walked onto the stage. Her jet-black hair flowed over her bare shoulders and her face was ivory white. She wore a deep-blue gown, which reached to her ankles.
She is beautiful.
"Rinoa, that was a wonderful performance." Zell owned the bar, and told her that every time she played. Tonight, however, Rinoa took no notice of him. She was too busy thinking about the man who was sat in the corner. "Rinoa, are you listening?"
"Sure, Zell. I'm going to head off okay?"
"No problem Rinoa. See you tomorrow."
She headed out into the car park, but instead of getting into her car, she headed for the exit. She didn't know why, but tonight she felt like walking. She shivered and pulled her coat tighter around her waist as a cool night breeze struck up. Despite the biting wind, she liked being out in the fresh air. It gave her a sense of freedom. As she rounded the corner, she noticed three men in front of her. They were whispering amongst themselves but Rinoa couldn't make out what they were saying. As she walked past, two of them leapt out in front of her brandishing knives. Frightened, she turned to run, but the third man had snuck behind her, preventing escape.
"Give us all yer money and you won't get hurt," one of them snarled menacingly. Terrified, Rinoa reached for her purse, but before she could hand it over, she heard another voice behind her. A deep, powerful, enchanting voice.
"Let her go."
I don't own Final Fantasy so don't sue.
As she walked into the room, her audience gasped. She sat down at the grand piano and her fingers began to gently glide across keys, creating an enchanting melody that entranced her listeners. At the end of the piece, the entire room stood up and began to applaud. All except for one man.
That man was Squall Leonhart, a cold-hearted mercenary. He sat alone at the table in the far corner of the bar, his face half-hidden in shadow. Yet the pianist found herself inexplicably drawn to him. She couldn't explain it, there was just something about the way that his stormy blue eyes seemed to reach out into the very depths of her soul. Realising that she had been staring, she hastily thanked her audience and left.
She is beautiful.
That was the first thought that came into the mind of Squall Leonhart as the pianist walked onto the stage. Her jet-black hair flowed over her bare shoulders and her face was ivory white. She wore a deep-blue gown, which reached to her ankles.
She is beautiful.
"Rinoa, that was a wonderful performance." Zell owned the bar, and told her that every time she played. Tonight, however, Rinoa took no notice of him. She was too busy thinking about the man who was sat in the corner. "Rinoa, are you listening?"
"Sure, Zell. I'm going to head off okay?"
"No problem Rinoa. See you tomorrow."
She headed out into the car park, but instead of getting into her car, she headed for the exit. She didn't know why, but tonight she felt like walking. She shivered and pulled her coat tighter around her waist as a cool night breeze struck up. Despite the biting wind, she liked being out in the fresh air. It gave her a sense of freedom. As she rounded the corner, she noticed three men in front of her. They were whispering amongst themselves but Rinoa couldn't make out what they were saying. As she walked past, two of them leapt out in front of her brandishing knives. Frightened, she turned to run, but the third man had snuck behind her, preventing escape.
"Give us all yer money and you won't get hurt," one of them snarled menacingly. Terrified, Rinoa reached for her purse, but before she could hand it over, she heard another voice behind her. A deep, powerful, enchanting voice.
"Let her go."