Disclaimer: I do not own Vincent Valentine, for if I did I would be one happy individual. Rich too.

A/N: Well I got super depressed this morning and deleted like six of my stories on FFN. T.T And well I needed to cheer myself up, and this is what happened. Please read and review. . if you want to that is.

Summary: I don't want to be alone anymore…but how can a person like me…ever find someone who will accept me for who I am? I'm nothing but a monster.

He was alone again. He had known from the beginning that he would eventually end up alone, that it was foolish to stay as long as he did, foolish to consider them friends, foolish to pretend that he was accepted.

The sky was hung with thick dark gray clouds, which wept upon the now much more fertile land of New Midgar, sending down thick gray rain drops the size of marbles. No breeze added to the depressing seen the weather had upon the land. The ground was soggy from the seemingly never ending rain; the world had been turned gray due to the lack of sunlight that remained hidden behind the dark storm clouds.

Vincent had stood in the same place for over an hour, merely gazing down at the grave stone, eyes relatively wide, mouth thinned, body unmoving. Some may have mistaken him for a statue if it weren't for the redness in his eyes that came from the silent tears that had began flowing down his cheeks. The spring of emotion he had locked away after the death of his dear Lucresia Crescent had found its way out and he couldn't stop it.

His hair was soaked and clung to his face, limp, his cloths were soaked and clung to his body like a vice, the collared cape around his shoulders was heavy, almost so heavy he wondered if he could even bear the weight of it any longer.

It'S tImE tO gO.

He heard the slight complain from Death Gigas and a week nudge to his core. He took a shaky step forward before falling to his knees, the mud and water splattering his pants. He let out a soft sound. As he continued to stare at the grave stone. I…I don't want to say good bye yet…. He replied in a mentally weak voice. He felt slight shifting, in a way it was like Death Gigas was shifting his weight from foot to foot, unsure of what to do or say.

BuT iTs TiMe To Go.

This didn't get much of a response from the ex-Turk as the tears continued to flow down his cheeks mixing with the rain that had soaked him to the bone. He was to overwhelmed to even mentally conceive going anywhere. To emotionally distraught to do anything. He let his back slouch slightly as he felt another nudge to his core, though this one was much more insistent, and much harder to ignore.

Come On Vincent, It's Time To Leave. There Is No Longer A Reason To Stay Here.

He slowly rose to his feet as if being pulled to his feet by some strong individual—not that lifting his hundred and ninety-six pound frame would be too difficult for a healthy man. He didn't really register the fact that he was moving, he just went along with the movement head bowed, shoulders hunched. This was the first time he didn't mind Chaos taking slight control of his motor skills—he after all, had lost all ability to move over an hour ago. He glanced back over his shoulder towards the tomb. "Goodbye…Cloud."

And with that as his final goodbye, Vincent permitted the demon within him to lead him away from New Midgar—to places he was unsure.

This is going to be a four shot. I'll update when I can—I'm leaving for the bay area tomorrow and do not know if I will find time to be on the computer. Then when I get home school starts—so updates for ANY thing may be delated. Please review. -_- depressing I know, but it won't stay that way. This takes place sixty-five-years after Dirge.