Shortcut to suicide.
Zell Dincht sat in his room. In one hand he held a picture of a beautiful girl with springy brown hair, in the other he held a revolver. As he sat there memories flooded his mind, until he finally raised the revolver.
“Bitch! How could she do that to me?” He pressed it to his temple and squeezed…
SeeD’s from all over Garden flocked to his dormitory when they heard the shot, however they were too late, he was dead before the bullet left his skull.
*****
Selphie cried. She had just heard the news about Zell. It turned out the picture he had was of her and she instantly knew what was wrong. Squall sat there patiently, not even willing to show weakness, however deep inside he was in pain. She was so upset she couldn’t speak, but when she did she stuttered with tears.
“H-he asked me… asked me to the festival b-but I said no, I think that’s what did it…” Squall laid a hand on her shoulder.
“It’s okay Selphie, it’s not your fault. We had no idea…”
Be nice, it was my first ever fic. Weiila i’ll send it to ya at some point. Or you could just copy all this