Dear Zack,
I'm dying. I have the Stigma. But, no one can know. You're the only one I can talk to. The others can't know. If they knew, they would tell me to fight it, to move forward and try to live. But, the truth is, I've given up. I don't want to live anymore. Not after I watched you die. I'm tired of the memories that torture my mind and soul. I'm sick of living with the ghosts of the past never leaving my side. I just want forgiveness.
I'm sorry. I promised I would embrace my dreams and live out both of our lives for you. Those promises were easy to make, but impossible to keep. I won't work for ShinRa. I won't work for the same people who murdered you in cold blood. I'm sorry, but my dreams, my days with SOLDIER are over. I don't have the will to fight. Not after watching you fight against ShinRa, even though you were horribly outnumbered. You fought anyway. I couldn't help you. I let you die. I'm so sorry. I'll never forget that.
I won't let your memory die. As long as your sword remains standing on the cliff overlooking Midgar, no one will forget the SOLDIER who gave his life for a delivery boy from Nibelheim. Thank you. Yes, Zack, your legacy lives on. Your honor, your dreams, they remain.
I miss you. Not a day goes by that I don't think about you. I can't sleep at night, because every time I close my eyes I hear the gunshots and see you lying there. Bleeding. Dying. Leaving. I never forget you. I have a feeling that I'll be seeing you very soon. I'm giving up. I not going to fight the Stigma. Because, truthfully, I want to see you again. I want to see your smile again and hear your laugh. I miss you, Zack. I'll see you again soon.
Yours truly,
Cloud