The Last Dance
The dance was a myriad of colours. Like the swan in it's most graceful of states, the dancers danced their dance like there was no end to it. The music swayed gently, the glissando of notes and melodies sweeping them off their feet.
Two masked figures in their finery swayed on the floor, both were in their late sixties, married for forty years. Ruby lights adorned the palace where they danced; the lights shining softly as though the world had a pink and beautiful tinge to it.Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you
That is how I know you go on
Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go on
She swayed gently with her husband of forty years leading her through the steps of the relatively simple waltz. The tune was one that was familiar to them, it was the tune they had danced to oh-so-long ago at a masquerade ball.
Her now grey hair had once been a beautiful blonde, but her azure eyes still remained as bright as they'd been at eighteen. She was the queen in her prime years, the woman destined to love, and be loved in return. She wore a ruby mask, reaching to her nose, concealing the forehead from view.
He had a scar that had long since faded into an unrecognisable line that merged with the lines that come naturally with age. The man wore a silver mask, one from long ago. He had worn it the night he had whispered some sweet nothing in his wife's ear.
The music was vibrant, with every sweet resounding note and simple melody bringing warmth to Quistis Almasy's heart. It wasn't so long ago, that the music would have conflicted with the emotions in her head and her heart.
Near, far, wherever you areI believe that the heart does go on
Once more, you open the door
And you're here in my heart and
My heart will go on and on
He too, was caught up with his emotions as he danced with his wife. The magical evening that had spurred their whirlwind and halcyon romance still a vivid memory in his head.
It had been so sudden after the dance, he remembered. He had gone back to his home in Balamb, a squalor of a flat, but the blonde man couldn't stop thinking about his queen, the mysterious enigma known as Quistis Trepe.
Then, he had courted her like the knights were wont to do of old, the very chivalrous of them all. He was, to Quistis, her Lancelot, and she was Guinevere to him, the stories of the old world and its tales still surviving to the day.
They were still dancing. Forty years had not changed Quistis much, and neither had having four children, one of whom had died two years prior. Gabriel, her eldest, married a local of Balamb. They had two children, Guinevere, the eldest of their grandchildren and her brother, who made Quistis laugh every time she saw him. His name was Isaac, meaning child of laughter.
Tonight, their children and grandchildren were in full force. They too, had donned costumes and masks for the ball.
The array of colours were vibrant and distinctive, something that made it easy for a would-be assassin to pick out the target.
I'm going to do this, she thought as she loaded her gun with a single bullet.
She sighed and slouched down on the floor, lying on her belly to be undetected. Her job would not fail her, and she was well into her sixties herself. Her sniper rifle in hand as she squinted into the sights. It would be hard to catch her target, he moved in the rhythm and melody of the dance with his wife.
Then, suddenly, Seifer looked up, and looked directly into the woman's single eye. He knew, at that instant, that he would die.
"Never let go, Quistis, never let go," he whispered softly, and then she saw the blood.
Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never let go til we're gone
Love was when I loved you
One true time I hold to
In my life we will always
The worst thing happened to her that night, a night that should have been magical, ending so tragically.
Her eldest daughter, Enya, walked forwards, and placed a hand on her shoulder. Yet, even as Enya did so, Quistis did not feel assured.
~~~@ Years later @~~~
They stood at the simple grave, looking down at the words engraved upon it.Seifer and Quistis Almasy
Together for eternity.
She walked up towards a grand staircase, her white dress long and flowing. His back was to her, and he glanced up at the clock. Quistis felt emotions flooding through her. Friendship, love, and last of all, but not least, courage. He turned, and his scar reminded her of the duel that had won her forever.
They would be together now, nothing would ever part them, not even death.
You're here, there's nothing I fear For I know that the heart does go on
We'll stay forever this way
Cuz you're safe in my heart and
My heart will go on and on
A/N. This is it…The end.