Cold... so cold... dead inside... why is this...? Green cat-like eyes looked up at the sky, their owner kneeling on the floor with his hands folded in his lap. Like I'm... incomplete...
He'd never been able to feel anything from a very young age. No anger. No sadness. No happiness. Nothing. All he wanted was to feel emotions. His world was but a drab greyscale. He'd tried everything he could - hell, he even sold his soul to a demon and received the soul of an incubus in return - to have emotions, but even that hadn't worked. Feeding off others' passion only gave him a brief time of feeling, and each time became more and more brief.
Somewhere out there... there had to be a way he could regain his emotion. Either that, or the tentative grip he had on sanity would be lost. He slowly stood up and left to return to his apartment. To another night of cold existence.
/ / /
It was late at the 7th Heaven Bar. Tifa Lockhart hummed to herself as she closed up the bar for the night and cleaned the tables. She tried to remain cheerful but something was on her mind. The repetitive task helped her to think about what she was going to do.
After half an hour the bar and the tables were all clean, so she put away the cleaning equipent and went up to the flat above the bar, knocking on the nearest closed door.
"Cloud?" No answer came. Tifa knocked again, but still nothing. She slowly opened the door and cautiously stepped inside, looking around the small bedroom. Cloud was laying on the bed, his face buried in his pillow and he appeared to be silently sobbing. "What's the matter?" Tifa gently stroked through Cloud's spiky blonde hair. He didn't answer her. He couldn't answer her. It hurt him too much to think about it.
Yet Cloud felt as if something was missing. It wasn't just the loss of one of his closest friends. It was something else. Something he couldn't explain...