The End Of A Dream It was a gradual end to an impossible dream. The end to a deleterious love. Was I surprised? I can't say that I was. In fact, it was something I was expecting for a long time. We were too different, in every sense of the word. He was a military man, I was a rebel. The common goal we shared during the soceress war was the only common concordance we had. My only regret now is that, I've never really told him the truth of why I had slept with another man. He knew we were killing each other and, yet, he clung onto 'us' like if he let go, there would be nothing left. Nothing left of himself. But I had to let go, or I would have nothing of me left. "why?" I still remember his eyes. The hurt that was present in them... it was reflected in me too. But I steeled myself, worried that if he could see how much it had pained me, he might forgive me. Because he wanted to forgive me. "I don't know." Three words. I never knew saying them had such power. I brought down the commander of Balamb. Me. He left soon after. No one knew where he'd gone to or what had happened to him to make him leave. Except... "How could you??? He loved you!" Quistis. She knew. Somehow, she always knew. How do I tell the woman who was so right for him that I was so wrong? I decided on the truth. "Love was not enough. Not for us. Not for the dream." The dream that one day, there will never be hate, that all there was in this lifetime was love. The dream that there was no end. Not for love. Not for us. But it was a dream. And this was my end of it. My end of a dream.