moment of weakness part III

I asked myself this question 2 years ago.

I found an additional answer.

Please continue taking care of me, like you always do. With your subtle questions. With your reassuring smile. With your words of wisdom. With your constant reminder. With your effort to try, despite how busy you are.

No matter how hard I fail.

I'm sure, you're one person who'll leave a prominent footprints in my life.

How blessed am I to found a person like you.

One day, we'll both separate, walk our own path and perhaps will never meet each other again.

That day will definitely come.

But I hope we'll get reunited again, insyaAllah. Happily. Laughing with each other. Able to reminiscence back of our memories fondly.

Meanwhile, please do keep take care of me. Please continue on guiding me. Reminding me. While we last.

36:56. Even the thought of it are able to make me smile gleefully. Making my heart feel like bursting with joy and warmth.

ya Allah, thank you for sending her to my life. :')


because this world doesn't last forever

drabble part II

Being a Quistis doesn't mean that she won't face difficulties and having problems. Just because she's matured, experienced, and knowledgeable doesn't mean she's a superwoman.
Initially, all the hardships and problems are the one who had refined and polished her to become mature in the first place.
She had them earlier than other people, she had it harder.
But her faith, willpower and ability to think with logic instead of emotions prevails. To a certain extent.

A Squall can only give her support. Praying, muttering comforting words, showing caring gesture. But then that's all one could do. Because being a Squall make your lips locked, shut tight.
Fighting self, self-doubting ; contemplating what to say and what not. Because he knows his place. He knows that he's not as knowledgeable as her. He knows that he never felt what she felt. He knows that he never can understand what she experiences fully, because he's not in her place. He's not her.

Still.. He still wishes, prays the best for her. Leonhart, probably not as brave as his last name, but at the very least,

he cares.

a drabble.

blessed with sharp wisdom and intelligence, she had matured a long time ago, when her peers were still stuck in their child phase.

always the observant, absorbing everything around her, yet nothing comes out from her tongue, unless the situation urges her to ; making only relevant, needed words to be spoken out of her.

a compassionate and a soul full of empathy; always putting herself in someone else's shoes, empathizing instead of sympathizing, always soothen one's troubled heart with a carefully picked words, a fitting strands of word that one craves to hear when in distress.

she's the Quistis of my self rendered ff8.


and somehow, that makes it bearable staying here, without my best rival slash good friend, and my companion of sorts that are currently few thousand kilometres from here.