Another test for the generator, but with a female main character. Placing this into spam to see if this story continues.
It will be a tale told for ages, I am sure.
Give me one moment to write your story...
dooze, a wretched lady in the full bloom of youth, stood alone on the beach, gazing over the cobalt water with her sorrowful toast-colored pools. Her bronze hair danced lightly in the ocean breeze, tickling against one cheek as she tried to deny the stirrings in her heart, resting her cheek against one hand as she traced a finger along her silver necklace. She wore a coral crisp blouse and a tight rose miniskirt showed the shape of her hips and the tawny tone of her legs. Her locks flowed in a brunet torrent past her shoulders, complementing her aching tawny visage. Furry ears flicked at the top of her head, and she twitched her coffee tail.
Her thoughts wandered to her days in Squall's company. It must have been fate in mortal form that brought them together. She knew from the moment she laid eyes on him that they were meant to be. From then on, dooze was sometimes needy and close, but then suddenly cold and fearful. Squall also behaved strangely, one moment adoring, scathing the next. That was how it was to this very day.
Her ears pricked at the sound of familiar footsteps. She twitched her tail happily and looked up before Squall even spoke a word. "dooze," he said simply with no trace of emotion. His turquoise globes complimented his cinnamon mane, brushing against his ears, belying his baleful heart. He was dressed in his usual everyday clothes. He had a toned but slender body covered with bloom-colored-flushed silvery skin. A prominent scar stood out on his pearly, tinted with tawny, skin.
"Squall. I feared you might not come," dooze whispered.
"I don't know why I bothered," he murmured.
She lowered her spheres, down and away back toward the aquamarine sea. "Then maybe you should go."
A pause. "No." He brushed his hand against hers, almost as if by accident. "Come."
Neither of them spoke for some time. It wasn't uncommon for them -- they'd exchange poker-faced glances and walk in silence for hours, until finally, they somehow touched, and overwhelmed by pain and loneliness they would turn to each other. It was no different this time. They had tracked halfway down the shore, down to where a cliff rose to block their progress, before dooze turned to Squall and whispered, "I waited a long time for today. I... I missed you a lot." He didn't say anything. "It's like I told you before. You're all I have...."
She sought out one of Squall's hands with hers, but he drew away. "Just be quiet." With a haunted glance, dooze let her hand drop. "Every time. Cry, cry, cry. That's all you do."
Stricken, dooze turned away and began to weep.
Each sob was a blow against his will and heart. At last he took a deep breath and dictated, "Stop. ... Please. You... you have no idea what effect you have on me."
"Why are you like this to me?" dooze whispered. "I... I don't understand. I need you, Squall. I need you like I need air. I'd do anything for you, but you still treat me this way...." She folded her arms across her chest and took a shuddering breath. "Do you hate me, Squall?"
"What if I did?" he mused.
"I would fall apart," she whispered. "I would have no reason to be." She waited for some kind of reassurance that it wasn't true, that it would never be, but it didn't come. She bowed her head. She should've known better than to expect such a display from Squall.
Instead, he took a few steps toward the cliff and arced his head to gaze up its height. "If I could be as open as you," he pondered, "I would consider myself lucky."
"Please let me in," dooze wept. "Please. Together we might be able to bear this cruel world."
She was unable to forget that someone. He was a freak. Maybe she had a point, he thought. Squall approached her and brushed a finger below her hazel windows to her soul. "Perhaps... that might be..." he mused before stepping away again. dooze blinked, and wet her cheeks again with tears as Squall walked away -- and then hurriedly followed, for she had nothing else in the world.
After a few moments, they found themselves walking down the beach again. dooze couldn't stop thinking about her relationship of the past. It plagued her endlessly -- while she was far from him and while she was near. It threatened to consume her. When she had let the faintest hints slip in the moments before, it had already taken taken so much of her will.
Squall's morose depths passed over her once impassively before at last he seemed to steel himself and intone, "dooze. You've been worrying."
"Squall... it's..."
And at that moment everything came together, all of the magic and the hurt that had been building that day, and he locked his pools with hers and whispered, "You can tell me."
It was like a floodgate burst, or some barrier of fear had been struck down. dooze shook her head and everything came out at once. "I keep thinking about her. You know, we... were together, in our own way.... I didn't want to talk about her all the time with you, Squall. I want you to know... it's not the same. But, no matter what... when I think about her, it hurts, Squall. She... isn't someone I'm going to forget."
Squall listened silently and solemnly. At last, when all the words had left her and she was at a loss for words, he reached out to her and took a deep breath to whisper back, "I... dooze, that's... that's something I've felt too. My relationship of the past... sometimes, sometimes I remember it again, and it hurts... just like that. ...You're not alone, dooze." Squall brushed his fingertips against dooze's arm. dooze's eyes began to burn, and she abruptly pulled him into a fierce embrace. His orbs widened at first, but then he too felt overwhelmed by emotion and succumbed to the warmth of her touch.
"You," dooze whispered, her breath hot on his ear. "As long as you're here, I... I can make it."
"dooze..." Squall laid a hand on her shoulder, pushing her lightly so that they parted enough to look each other in the eye. "The truth is, I... feel the same way about you."
dooze tilted her head forward, pressing their foreheads together, and whispered, "What is it, Squall? Have you... been in pain, too?"
"dooze, it's..." Squall took a shuddering breath and whispered, "dooze... I love you. But I love my country, too. I swore to serve her, and I... I worry that I cannot love both. What if I were made to choose? What then? I... I don't want to put you in danger, dooze. And I don't want to put either of you second.... But still... I love you. I just don't know what to do, and it burns."
dooze laid a kiss on his jaw and rested her head against his heaving chest as she murmured, "I... Squall, that's... that's something I've felt too. My other oath... sometimes, sometimes I remember it again, and it hurts... just like that. ...You're not alone, Squall." dooze brushed her fingertips against Squall's arm. They held each other as tears trickled down cheeks and dripped onto the shifting sands to be carried away into the sea. Their pain dissipated into a mist swept out by the ocean breeze and toward the setting sun, where dark clouds began to loom into sight.
They basked in each other's quiet companionship for a few moments.
"Mm. Sunset."
dooze lifted her head at Squall's words to behold the dying sun's salmon radiance. But even as she replied, "Mm," the pitch-dark clouds looming on the horizon worried her. "Squall, I'm worried about those clouds. Maybe we should go back."
Squall looked at her with such lachrymose globes and asked, "Just a few moments more? I don't want it to be over yet."
"Mm... if you want to," she relented.
They were unprepared for how swift, how brutal the coming storm was. The rain poured in torrents, bading the ocean itself to rise. Winds whipped about them and kept them from moving on the shifting sands. Soaking, shivering, they fought against the storm.
"Squall!" dooze screamed against the wind. "Please, don't let go!"
"I won't!" Squall shouted back, his hand clasping hers firmly as he struggled upward on the beach. "It's my fault! I won't fail you, dooze!"
"Squall--!!"
Her scream was lost in the crash of waves against her body, the roar and power of the sea risen to steal her from her lover.
She struggled against the water, but it was too much. The violence of the storm-swept waves forced her under without contest.
The waves had beaten the air out of her lungs. Desperately, she willed herself not to suck in the icy water about her. Will I die this way? she wondered. She closed her eyes, accepting her fate.
A firm hand seized hers and she felt herself being pulled up, up and up until the cold wind hit her face again. She coughed, sucking in the air greedily. Her arms had tightened themselves around Squall's neck without permission, and he was shouting, "Hold on, dooze. Hold on!"
"Squall," she murmured. "You shouldn't have. I'm not worth it...."
"Don't talk like that, dooze," he commanded. "Your life is worth far more than mine."
"Squall..."
Thunder crashed in the distance, and the waves pitched and brought a mouthful of salty water against their faces. She coughed and held on to him, thinking, no, this isn't how it should end, this isn't how Squall should die...
Something bumped against her leg. A shark? Fear coursed through her body. But before she could react, another wave pushed them under. Squall slumped against her, momentarily knocked senseless. With burning eyes, dooze saw a large silhouette with a slender body and a bottle-like nose.
A dolphin, she thought. How lucky.
Summoning forth all her will, she put Squall on the dolphin's back.
It was the last thing she did before her world went black.
Three days later...
"She was a kind person. I used to see her feed the stray cats."
"I wish I could have made her happier. And now she's gone...."
"She was so skilled. So talented. She'll never know how much she helped us."
Squall sat on a chair by the coffin, his hands around his knees, his depths dry, his soul too numbed to grieve. The funeral attendees -- And who knew there'd be so many to come to pay their respects? -- nodded to him as they passed. He was motionless in response.
The reception lasted hours, but it seemed to Squall that it was only moments before the crowd disappeared. He picked himself off the chair and turned to look into the coffin for the first time since the funeral started.
Eyes closed and still, dooze laid inside in a fine roseate dress, her hands clasped over her chest. She could have been in a very deep sleep. Squall fought the urge to reach out and nudge her awake. dooze was gone. Gone because of him. Because she loved him. Trembling, Squall leaned in and laid a single kiss on her lips.
... Thus concludes our tale.