Sephiroth One shot-Goodbye 4/29/12
"Please… Stay," she whispered, pressing herself against his already dressed form, "Please…." Sephiroth couldn't find it in himself to care. She was just a distraction, just another girl he had used. "I have to go," was all he said, not even bothering to respond to her touch. "Please," was all she would say, winding her fingers in his clothes, holding her face against his neck, and begging him not to leave. His apathy only grew as her desperation increased; what had he seen in her? Sighing again, Sephiroth grasped a bit of her hair, letting it run through his gloved fingers; it was stuck somewhere between auburn and a dark brown, undecided. Taking this as a positive sign, the girl pressed herself closer, breathing into his neck. But this was goodbye.
Making sure to be careful, Sephiroth began disentangling himself from her grasp, "I have to go," was all he would say. "But I love you," was her only response. Sephiroth sighed again as he held the naked girl away from himself, her eyes swimming with unshed tears from his rejection, from all they had done last night and how it meant absolutely nothing to him in the morning. Seeing, finally, the apathy in his gaze, she stopped fighting, moving from his grip to sit upon the unmade bed. She gazed down at her hands, no tears falling, no sobs wracking her frame. Pausing for a moment, Sephiroth realized that this was his cue. He turned around, boots ominously hitting the ground as he headed towards the door. With his hand resting on the handle a voice said softly and decisively, "I hate you." Sephiroth paused. "I know." With those final two words, Sephiroth opened the door and closed it with a resounding thud, leaving devastation in his wake.