FicWad

Sometimes Seifer would remember but only in brief flashes. The smell of gardenias, the perfect blue of a clear sky, a picket fence. He would forget them as soon as he'd remembered. He pretended to forget anyway. It didn't fit in with the smell of leather and metal. The red-ish brown stains of blood conflicted with the sky he remembered . . . imagined . . . dreamed of.

He tried to see himself in that other place, but couldn't quite get it. He'd seen Squall there once, eating something sticky that must've been candy. He never spoke to Seifer opting to stare for a while and then ignore him. There were others too. A little girl jumping as high as she could, trying to kiss the sky.

He watched, wondered if she'd make it . . .

Sometimes Seifer would remember, but it was never a loss when he forgot.