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Pairings: None.
Summary: Don't let it end... not like this...
A/N: In Vincent's POV.
Rain On My Parade
By: Rainbowblack
The only thing I could feel at this moment, was the rain falling from the sky onto my face. The darkness surrounded the ruins of Midgar. The buildings were in crumbles. None of the people were alive. Not even any of my friends.
Cloud... was dead.
Barret... was dead.
Yuffie... was dead.
Cid... was dead.
Tifa... was dead.
All but me. I wasn't dead yet, but dying. And by his hand, my fatal injury had struck me. Sephiroth had pierced my chest with his sword. And now I'm here, lying in the streets. Puddles from the rain formed into small floods in the street.
The silence was dreadful. I wanted to hear something. Anything cheerful, or that let me know there was any humans left. But there was nothing.
Please... let there be somebody to take on Sephiroth, and kill him. Please... don't let it end like this...
That was my last wish, before my eyes closed and my existance ceased.