Rinoa woke with a jerk, the bile still high in her throat. Leaning over the side of the bed she struggled to keep from wretching as the dream played over, over, and over again in her head.
Each time the scenes replayed themselves, the bile rose high into her throat and her stomach lurched. That man, he wasn't her father and she knew that, deep down she really did. He didn't even look anything like him either! There was no way that man could have been Fury Caraway! Yet she couldn't help but feel the gut wrenching pain that came with the obvious passing of someone so close. Which was absurd since it had been years since she'd been anything like close to her father, even longer if you considered the fact that she was twenty years in the future now.
She'd never had a dream like this before. It had felt so real and almost like she'd been living each and every moment personally despite feeling somewhat detached from the situation at the same time. How was something like that possible? It almost reminded her of the times Selphie had mentioned, but how was that possible? No, surely she was just being paranoid because it had been such a realistic dream. That's all there was to it.
That's it. Just a dream! Pull yourself together Rinoa!
Still that didn't keep the tears from dripping down her face. Rinoa chocked on a sob and curled up on her bed, Angelo's reassuring warmth soon joining her as the dog sensed her master's distress.
It was twenty years in the future. Was her father even alive? Even if he was, that didn't mean she wanted to see him or that he'd want to see her considering everything that had happened. Yet at that moment she'd never wanted her father more. Just this once she wished he'd come and hold her close like he'd done when she was a little girl. Just once more she wanted to feel his strong arms around her. They'd always seemed so capable and made everything seem possible when he'd held her in the past. It'd never happen, her chance at that sort of thing had passed long ago, well before Time Compression had ripped her from her own time. Instead she settled for turning over, arms wrapping around Angelo as her fingers threaded into the familiar fur. At least Angelo understood her, no matter what happened that at least wouldn't change.
Taking some creative liberty on where they are when they wake up and the like. >_>
Each time the scenes replayed themselves, the bile rose high into her throat and her stomach lurched. That man, he wasn't her father and she knew that, deep down she really did. He didn't even look anything like him either! There was no way that man could have been Fury Caraway! Yet she couldn't help but feel the gut wrenching pain that came with the obvious passing of someone so close. Which was absurd since it had been years since she'd been anything like close to her father, even longer if you considered the fact that she was twenty years in the future now.
She'd never had a dream like this before. It had felt so real and almost like she'd been living each and every moment personally despite feeling somewhat detached from the situation at the same time. How was something like that possible? It almost reminded her of the times Selphie had mentioned, but how was that possible? No, surely she was just being paranoid because it had been such a realistic dream. That's all there was to it.
That's it. Just a dream! Pull yourself together Rinoa!
Still that didn't keep the tears from dripping down her face. Rinoa chocked on a sob and curled up on her bed, Angelo's reassuring warmth soon joining her as the dog sensed her master's distress.
It was twenty years in the future. Was her father even alive? Even if he was, that didn't mean she wanted to see him or that he'd want to see her considering everything that had happened. Yet at that moment she'd never wanted her father more. Just this once she wished he'd come and hold her close like he'd done when she was a little girl. Just once more she wanted to feel his strong arms around her. They'd always seemed so capable and made everything seem possible when he'd held her in the past. It'd never happen, her chance at that sort of thing had passed long ago, well before Time Compression had ripped her from her own time. Instead she settled for turning over, arms wrapping around Angelo as her fingers threaded into the familiar fur. At least Angelo understood her, no matter what happened that at least wouldn't change.