Silver Tears
He was light, like feather, like dust, and he half-expected the wind to blow him away. Why he was doing this, he did not know. It just felt like the right thing to do. Like a proper burial.
"Nii-san", the young man called out, his voice soft and delicate, like the falling of leaves breaking the still, silent night. At that moment he felt it. That unbreakable, incomprehensible connection; just like waves dancing in a wild sea of blue and green, never realising they are part of the same One.
Somewhere, somewhere a voice was calling out…
Then the rain fell; gracefully, like an orchestra of tears, caressing their weary bodies; soothing and impartial. A bright reddish-orange hue had streaked the horizon, swallowing the icy, dark clouds only moments ago. So pretty it was. Like the skies in autumn. Is this the world in mourning? No, he thought. It's the beginning of a new beginning. The world being reborn.
The tender voice called out to the youth again. The youth looked up; there was a glimmer of light in his eyes and his face was filled with a gentle glow. He believed he was going back to Mother. There was nothing to worry about. He watched as the youth slowly and painfully raised his hand; the heavenly rain falling on his cheeks; the water droplets silvery in colour like something sacred. And then it happened: his body left the ground and was quickly being absorbed back into the LifeStream; its physical form breaking up into a thousand tiny green lights, adorning the sky like stars before it finally disappeared.
He finally understood.
At that moment there were no enemies. No heroes or villains. There were only men; striving to do what they believe in in life and equal at death.
A/N: I wish I could have described it better, but writing descriptive pieces has never been my forte. Thus I welcome tons of constructive criticisms.
Disclaimer: Neither the characters nor the story of FFVII belongs to me.