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FF Odyssey
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Final Fantasy VIII: Final Call
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Jasmine watched with fixed horror as Miles’ monitors went flat line. The doctors tried their best to resuscitate him, but after five minutes of nothing, they declared him officially dead. Most of them walked out of the room, and one remained behind, “I’m sorry.”
They walked out. The ‘clean-up’ crew would be by in a few minutes. Jasmine decided to use this last few moments as best she could.
Pulling up her chair and taking his cold hand in hers, she gave a weak smile, “I haven’t forgotten, you know. I love you. I always will. Remember me, wherever you are.”
Then, without warning, the cold, stiff object she held in her hands turned warm. She looked up at his face, and color began to return to him. His eyes fluttered. Then snapped open. He panted a bit, as if he had just finished a few miles run.
She gasped, and he turned his head to look at her, his face showing as much unbelief as hers. There was a moment where she was broken down to absolute tears, and then she managed another smile, and collapsed her head onto his chest. They lay there for a moment, just the two of them.
“You know,” she said weakly, “the doctors said it would take the strongest force in all the galaxy to bring you back from death.”
She lifted her head up and stared him in the face, and he wore a puzzled expression.
“Well,” she said, wiping a tear from her eye, “I love you.”
She leaned in, and they kissed. It wasn’t their first, and it wouldn’t be their last.
-Philip “Tooner” McCabe