Melancholy Lament

Fall of an Angel

Written By: Midnight Flair

Chapter: Story 1

Rating: PG-13

Category: Final Fantasy VII

Disclaimer: Owned by Squaresoft.

Warning: Dark setting. Lack of significance.

Author's Note: In the eyes of many: the betrayed, the soulful, the devil, the compassionate, the misunderstood, and the morose, this is a production of 6 short stories that delve into the insightful souls of these people.

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Winter faerie.

That's what you used to call me. In our younger years as adolescents, we forgot reality and lost ourselves in the world not known to others. It was a world we were antsy to have. Of course, being the kids that we were, it was impossible to not pretend.

You were my faerie prince. I was your faerie princess.

Somehow, we were able to get through all the name-calling by our peers by using our false veracity.

"You're weird!"

"Freaks!"

To them, what was an Ancient?

We knew many things they did not. We talked to people who did not exist. At least to them they did not exist.

Our mothers continuously reassured us that we were fine and that we shouldn't believe what the other kids said. I believed her. She was my mother and I trusted her to the fullest. In my own mind I didn't care what others thought about me. Yes, I worried some of the time, but it wasn't on my agenda to be concerned.

You, on the other hand, were built on competition. You built yourself on strong emotions. You were full of determination. So you left for SOLDIER.

You left with no good byes and I did not shed a tear for you. How could I when, at the time, you didn't care to let the people you loved know that you were leaving for a short time? Perhaps for forever.

When my mother died, I lived on without a bodyguard. I didn't necessarily need one but it was the feeling of protection that made me comfortable, I guess. Living on selling flowers in the slums just wasn't a way to go, but there was no other option for me.

What did you expect me to do? Sell my body? My soul? My morals?

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I went on a fateful journey with Cloud Strife and his party. I wasn't originally intended to be with them . . . but . . .

I am stubborn. I wanted to go with them. For whatever reason, I didn't know.

But somehow, this mission led me to you.

I was thankful for that.

But you changed in more ways than I could count.

You were heartless, you were evil, and you held not a remembrance of me.

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I kneel here at the altar.

I left my companions and I somehow knew they were in a peaceful slumber in the somewhat satisfactory shell houses.

I have a mission. My own, personal mission. That's why I came.

But you were seeking your goals as well. You changed from the kind and caring soul that you were to a one full of hatred with a twisted mentality.

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Dead in the arms of another.

Before I unwillingly left this sorrowful planet, I saw your eyes. The depths of those emeralds glistened with hurt and . . . confusion, I think. Never was I one to interpret emotions but to be in touch with them. I don't get it either but . . .

Just maybe . . .

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You know I cared for you right?

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In Loving Memory of Aerith Gainsborough