A/N: I seriously have no nuts about FF-7 as I watched Advent Children so I don't really know what happened in the original game. Anyway, this is a short drabble of Cloud X Aerith I got on a whim. I would like to thanked my friend for allowing me to use her poem in this story.
This is also specially for my friend Skaterz...hope you enjoy it....
Disclaimer: I don't own FF-7 and the love poem belongs to my good friend, Wendee.
Love is...
by Fate-Star
He was leaning into his old worn-out couch with a can of cold beer in his hand. His eyes are fixed on the ceiling as he listens to some boring radio DJ talking about the latest updates of the city and latest gossip in town. He takes a sip from the can and felt the cool liquid trailing down his throat. Bored of listening to the radio, he reached out to switch it off but stopped half way when the DJ began to read out, what seems to be, a love poem written by one of the loyal listeners.
"Love is, a dramatic movie," the DJ's voice cracked out of the battered radio. Cloud leaned forward, surprised that he was actually interested at such petty things. "An imaginative mind, an artistic drawing, a friendly couple, a creative feeling, a fresh start."
"A fresh start huh?" he muttered and leaned again into the couch, taking another sip of his beer.
"Sometimes, love is a pain in the ass, an additional burden..." the DJ continued dramatically. Cloud lifted his can up with a wry smile.
"Tell me about it," he said as he remembered how girls would do crazy things to get his attention.
"...a horrible nightmare, an obvious damage, a great infection."
Cloud's eyes darken as the image of a certain girl fleeted into his mind. Indeed love is a horrible nightmare who inflicted a damage upon his heart. Upon the death of Aerith, he unconsciously closed his heart to other girls, particularly to Tifa. Even now, he still feel the pain of losing that flower girl even though it happened years ago.
"But in the end," the DJ's voice brought Cloud back from his thoughts. "We all know that love is a certain phase that we all have to go through in our lives. It affects what we do, what we feel and what we think. Love moulds us to be what we are today. In short, love is all."
Cloud immediately switched the radio off and buried his face into his hand. The last phrase which was spoken by the radio DJ lingered in his mind. In short, love is all.
"Aerith," he whispered silently, as if she was there in the room with him.
A/N: So that's the end of it. I know, it's short but bah! I except reviews and flames...either way it makes me happy...