Disclaimer- I do not own Final Fantasy VII or it's characters.

This is just something I wrote because I was depressed. You know why I'm depressed? Because when I look out the window, I see fucking snow. It's May, it should not be snowing in May. Please read, review, and no flames.

I'm not fit to help anyone. I'm not the great hero everyone makes me out to be. If I was, Aeris would still be here. Tifa would still be here. But they are not because I was too weak to save them. I would do anything to see their faces again, to hear their voices again. I know the way. I know what I must do if I want to see them again. I walked over to a small table and grabbed a knife. And when I was about to slit my wrists, I heard a voice speak to me. Then I heard another voice. I couldn't believe it. I dropped the knife and looked around the room. Then I heard them speak to me again. And out of nowhere, they appeared right in front of me. I thought I had lost my mind for good.

"Tifa, Aeris. How is this possible?" I asked in absoulte shock. They didn't answer, they just stood there with saddened looks on their faces. Faces I haven't seen in over three years.

"Cloud, don't do this." Tifa sadly said.

"This is not the answer. This is not the way." Aeris added. Without warning, they disappeared just as fast as the appeaered.

"Wait, come back I need you. I need both of you." I cried out as I searched the room, hoping to find them somewhere.

"Don't worry. We're not gone. We are always with you." Tifa said, where ever she was. I just stood there, wondering if what just happened was real. I looked down at where the knife was and I noticed that it was gone.

The only thing I know for sure is that my guardian angels saved me. They were always with me and they will always be with me. I was just too stupid to realize that until now.