Dear Friends,
My life is heyed with mistakes, bad luck, and the unfortunateness of the world. I could've done something else to impress Tifa. I didn't have to join SOLDIER. If I'd never met Sephiroth, my life would be purified. But no, I had to meet him, I did his bidding to join. And even then, I remained a MP. Zack, he was a good soul. He was meant for the position he had. Too bad Sephiroth snapped that day. Anyway, to get to the point. I realize that you would all have had fuller lives if not for me. So, I am going a way. Do not look for me, for I will not be found. Cid, Yuffie, Cait Sith, Vincent, Barret, Marlene, Zack, the list goes on. So good bye, everyone. I pray that Aerith isn't mad at me, and, Tifa, I love you.
Signed, Cloud Strife
I signed that with no sense of regret. Everyone would have a better life. I folded it and put it on Tifa's nightstand. Everyone worked there, and the Seventh Heaven bar was the headquarters. I walked out of the bar, it was in the middle of the night. However, Midgar was still bustling. This is it, I thought as I hopped on the fenrir. The fenrir roared as I turned the key and sped away into the night. Hopefully, I would end up at the Corel Prison. I brought nothing except for a small picture of Tifa, 2 glowing materia orbs, and my trusty Buster Sword. Having no idea where I would end up, I drove away from Midgar.
Morning came, and Tifa woke up. She noticed something peculiar on her nightstand. Hmm, a note? she thought as she unfolded it. She read the note, and then began to cry. Of course, she knew that Cloud loved her for quite a while. But now he'd given up his interests, his existance in Midgar, with her, in an attempt to please her and her friends. She looked at the clock. It was 1:08, way past the bar's opening time. She wept for the loss of Cloud. And mostly, she never had the chance to tell him the truth, that she loved him as well. She wished she had an idea of where he was, and then, became angry at Cloud. How dare he leave! He should be here, living with her, working for the Strife Delivery Service.
The crew of the delivery service eventually walked in, and heard Tifa crying. Cid said to the rest, "You guys stay the fuck here. I'm gonna see what the fuck is up with fucking Tifa." Vincent, Yuffie, and Barret agreed. Cid walked down the aisle leading to the back to Tifa and Cloud's living space. "Tifa?" asked Cid, somewhat nicer than normal. "What's wrong?" Tifa wordlessly handed Cid the note. Cid read it, and said to Tifa, "Look, Tifa..." He drew a blank, not being in this situation ever before. After about 30 seconds, he said, "We'll find him. Don't worry, I finally got radar installed on my fucking ship." Tifa finally got up, blew her nose a couple times, and wiped her tears away. "O-okay." She wasn't exactly calmed down yet. "Thanks, Cid."
Cloud kept speeding, and eventually hit Junon. A still charming fortress, a great place to stay for the rest of my life. he thought as he drove off to a nearby forest. Using his mighty sword, he cut down many logs, and built a log cabin out of it about a mile away from the city. This took about 4 hours, but he also insulated it with mud and built a chimney. Well, Tifa, I hope you're happier without me. he thought right before he fell asleep. He would lvie in semi-misery, and she could be happy. Tifa could take over the delivery business, and Cloud could work at a low rate job. Happiness for him would be the thought that Tifa wouldn't have any more misery caused by him. He had many enemies still.
They combed the skies over Midgar with the Highwind, and then started heading towards Costa Del Sol. Tifa sighed as she sat by the window. She always had a thing for flying, she loved it. Cid looked over at Tifa from the pilot's seat. She was depressed as ever. "Cheer up, Tifa." he said to her. Tifa sighed once more, then went to the chocobo room. She probably had done something to cause all of this. Perhaps it was their arguments, which always involved each of them getting sad. Maybe, it was the fact that Cloud was a bit of a trouble magnet. He only thought for her welfare, while letting himself deteriorate. Like when he had the Geostigma. He knew that Tifa always worried for him, and tried to hide the disfiguration caused by the stigma. But it struck at him when it was too late. He had to save Tifa from a remnant of Sephiroth, but the stigma caused him to fall unconscious. She thought as she walked to a golden chocobo. He had a cute little chocobo face, and Tifa scratched it's beak. She fell asleep in the featehrs of the chocobo, and the golden bird fell asleep itself.
When Cloud woke up, he noticed that someone was in his cabin. He quickly drew his sword and pointed it at the stranger. He had green skin, pitch black hair, and was shirtless. He carried a strangely designed axe on his back, and his eyes were red. He was very muscular. "Relax, Cloud. I come in peace." he said. "Who are you?" asked the spiky haired ex-hero. "I am Grom. Grom Hellscream." His voice was deep and understanding. "And you are in great danger." Cloud wondered for a second, then asked, "From what?" Grom replied, "There is a person, with shoulder plates, asking if anyone knew a 'Cloud Strife'. His hair was grey and long, and he carried a 68 inch long blade." Cloud shockedly answered, "Sephiroth!" After a second, he then asked, "How do you know my name?" Grom pointed to a picture of Tifa, on the back, reading: Cloud Strife.