Uploaded August 2010 | Updated September 2026, 3 hours ago

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Okay, first off- there is a tiny scene of sexual nature in this.
But if you're super innocent, then, um. Just pretend he's hugging her with his top off. Really, it was from a Supernatural scene, and they weren't actually going at it by that point- in fact, it was never shown. And it was quite sweet, it being Dean and all.

Anyway. This is Snow's memory, for SRS.
...Not looking like so nice a guy now, is he?
Noctis is not Noctis, because he is a character already claimed.
He's... Nate. Nathaniel.
I think the person who claimed Stella (and Aerith) dropped out...? I was going to change the name, but I HAD to use that scream.
And if anyone's character is directly involved with Lucretia, I will change her name in the story and such.

Plooooooooot;

"Why does looking at you always tick me off?"

Everyone has a secret. Something they wanna leave behind, for whatever reason. Finding closure and all that crap. If they never talk about it, it stops bothering them, right...?

It kinda works. I forgot a lot of the time, like when I was with Serah- that was when I could completely put it all behind me and focus on being the happy, chatty Snow she'd come to know. I could deal with the fact she wasn't interested in me in a romantic sense- I was fine as things were, being like a big brother to her. I still hoped, though. Hoped she'd realise my feelings for her and return them.

I guess I was partly dreading what would follow if that happened. I know how bad I'd gotten over Stella, and no matter how determined I was to change I still had that tiny unwavering doubt that I could really trust myself being with her in a romantic sense. Part of me was glad she didn't really seem to even look at me half the time- I was happy with things EXACTLY the way they were.

The obsession wasn't nearly as bad. I just wanted Serah safe, protected, by my side. But, the last time, it had reached such a point that Stella gre sick of me very quickly- breaking up with me after only a week when my obsessive behaviour escalated. Feeling empty, I headed to the nearest bar, aiming to drink myself out of the depression. I'd loved her. For months, and months, and when she finally went out with me just for a little while she'd tossed me aside like trash.

Wasted, I staggered home the way that lead past her house. The town was small, after all; that route was the fastest way. I couldn't resist trying to take a peek when I saw the shutters open- I'd done it before, quite a few times, actually. But I saw her with HIM, and something snapped.

Nate had been my rival- and friend, if you use the term loosely- since we were tiny. And now, he and Stella...!
They'd always been at it, behind my back. I could see that now. Or, I thought I could.
The rage just took over. I didn't think. I could barely see.
The lighter flared into life, and I felt a smirk stretch over my face as I saw the drapes catch the flame, stepping back as it ate towards them.
Then I ran, when the windows exploded out and the house really started to burn. Grabbed the motorbike, tried to get out of town in case any of it was traced back to me.

I'd driven for miles before the drink got the better of me and I careered off the bike. Everything went black.

And then I woke up, patched up, to find a girl leaning over me, trying to offer comfort.
"You're lucky. A fall like that, and barely a scratch on you."
She asked where I had been travelling from, and I answered truthfully without thinking. Then she told me, perfectly happy, that her brother had lived there since they were tiny. Their parents had split up, and their mom had taken her younger brother... Nathaniel.
I knew then that I couldn't be there when the news reached her.
Nate and Stella had to be dead. There was no questioning it. I'd heard the screams as I ran away from the house.

I didn't even realise I was dreaming about it all until her voice broke through my reverie.
"You are bad or good..."
I turned around, watching Namine distrustfully. She had taken Serah. I knew that. And for that- as well as her resemblance to the girl that haunted me- I was never gonna trust her.
"I don't know," she admitted.