AN: A gift to the hilarious BloodChaos, who made me laugh harder than ever with the story 'Private Messages'. An Aervin-type-thing to you, oh wonderful author.

Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII, that would be Square-Enix.

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She walked laughing, spreading joy all around. She was nearly the exact opposite of him. Maybe she could be his redemption...?

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When he the joined their team, she said a kind word to him, while the others gave him a frightened glance.

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She gave him a pink ribbon as gift. It really was a ridiculous gift, and many would have laughed.

He didn't.

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She vanished one night, and his hopes began to fade.

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His heart skipped a beat as he saw the blonde raise his sword over her, and his heart seemed to stop when the silver haired man descended, ending her life. Her light was gone too, for her death hung like a black cloud over AVALANCHE.

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It seemed he was destined to lose everyone and everything he held dear. Others would have cried, but...hmph.

He was stronger than that.

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They would press on, the thought of her as their inspiration, defeat the silver haired menace, and bring peace to the world.

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He never shed a tear. It seemed he was just an emotionless shell. His younger comrade, a ninja girl, would tell him that often. That he didn't cry when she died.

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The blonde leader took her death the hardest, sitting alone in her old church, remembering fond, old memories of her.

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The dark haired woman would give the blonde sad glances, and wait for him to return to their home they shared with orphans. She'd say, 'You should move on...' and he'd reply 'Memories are never forgotten.'

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Memories are never forgotten. Those words meant something to all of them. They should not be forgotten, but they should only be remembered. He learned that during the quest of AVALANCHE, and that's a memory he shall not forget.

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AN: Indeed, I am weird. AerVin, Clorith, and Cloti...though they're only hints! Heh. So, did ya like it BloodChaos?