The fallen worrior raised his head and looked to the heavens, maybe looking for answers. The rain poured down and stung his cheeks with its icy coldness and he wondered how he ended up here. There was a quick flash as lightning struck somewhere in the near distance, illuminating the features of his solemn face. The thunder was soon to follow but, it wasn't nearly loud enough to drown out the furious roar of the beast standing before him and even that wasn't loud enough to phase out the voices screaming merciously inside his head. His head slowly tilted forward until his chin touched his chest and would go no further. His azure blue eyes opened briefly before they were shut, tight.
Right now he would give anything to be at the bar, back with his family, back with her. She wasn't around to help him anymore and maybe thats what led to his demise. They had always faught together. It was always him and her. So if thats where he wanted to be then why was he here? Because he screwed up, thats why. He kept digging himself into a hole. Dug deeper and deeper until one day he didn't know who he was anymore, he couldnt' recognise himself, and thats when he decided to leave. Actually he didn't decide anything. He thought he had to leave. He thought he had to leave because he didn't want her falling deeper with him, he didn't want her to end up like him. Mabey, just mabey, if he had of had the courage to tell her how he really felt then she would be here with him today but, he never did.
The rain began to pour harder, threatening to flatten his locks of spikey blonde hair but, never quite succeedind. Even if he had just told her that everything he did he did for her everything might have been alright, or maybe even just the fact that he needed her but, he never did, because of one thing. The fear that it would ruin her life. She was the only one he thought about, night and day, and he guessed the one he was truely looking for. She was his raven haired beauty but, such a beauty like that wouldn't last long in this world. She had probably moved on, been taken by another, and yet he couldn't blame her for wanting to forget him. She didn't know he loved her. Just like he didn't know that she secretly loved him. She was oblivious to his feelings, as was everyone else as he was not one to show them very often. He treated her cruely. Everytime he walked away from her, she welcomed him back with open arms. Whenever he had injuries, she treated them. When he had nightmares, she was always there to comfort him. Everytime. No matter what, and what did he do, he threw it all back in her face. Never once did he thank her or tell her how much he appreciated her being there for him, or even the fact that he needed her. Not once, and maybe thats why she never came after him. He would be the first to admit that he never expected her to come after him but, mabey deep down a little part of him thought she would.
Sadly, this was his life now. Wondering the globe, searching for something he could never find, and maybe here was where his journey was supposed to end, at the hand of this beast, which had bested him. The blonde worrior slowly raised his head and opened his eyes. His emotionless blue eyes were met with the cold, fierce red ones of the beast, and yet, he was not scared. In his life he had seen too much killing to fear death. It was something he had accepted a long time ago. What he was really scared of was never being able to see her again, and not getting the chance to say goodbye.
The large beast released another furious roar as it raised its sharp clawed hand above it head, ready for the kill. The blonde was too tired to fight back. What did he have to live for anyway. He closed his eyes awaited his fate as its fist slowly decended.
"Cloud!" he heard his name being called, and then...nothing.