A/N: Why yes, this is another "when Zack died, Cloud was uber emo. :(" fics. I'm sorry. But on the other hand, you don't have to read it if you don't want. I'm actually planning on writing a bunch of stupid little "different perspective on Zack dying" fics. Ignore me plz.
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Freedom, finally... The man with raven black hair dropped his enormous sword into the dry earth beneath him. Not just a second before he had put down his companion, a young, unconscious blonde boy on the ground as well. The dark-haired man needed a rest... badly.
Zack took a deep breath and grinned. He had finally done it. He had reached Midgar, with Cloud. Together, they had made it. Together they'd stay. Zack went back over to his sword and the younger man, picking up the sword and giving the blonde a quick peck on the forehead. He returned to the edge of a cliff, eager for an adventure.
Little did Zack know, dropping his guard down for that one moment would be the worst mistake of his short life.
The blonde regained consciousness just in time to hear the gunfire. What little strength he had, he summoned to crawl over to his friend.
Zack was lying on his back, barely still holding his Buster Sword. He couldn't move; he had been shot in too many places. Even a first-class such as himself could not withstand this amount of bullets inside them.
Cloud couldn't breathe. His best friend in the entire world... He was gone. He had nothing left to believe in, nothing else to lose. Rain fell steadily and masked the blonde's tears. He stroked the now-dead man's cheek. "D...dammit."
His own mako-hued eyes swelled with the tears. Those vibrant eyes met Zack's—his cold, lifeless, darkened eyes. Cloud grasped the man's wrist, still gripped on the oversized sword. He released the sword from Zack's grasp and held it himself. He planted it firmly into the dry soil. The younger boy wrapped an arm around the older man's waist and pressed his other hand against the back of his head, running his fingers through that raven-black hair and pushing his upper body off the ground.
The younger man pressed his face against the base of his friend's neck, sobbing violently but silently. He knew he was gone, never coming back. But at the same time, he knew Zack was in a better place now. And yet, he couldn't let go. But he promised himself—and Zack to live out both their lives. And that's exactly what he'd do.
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More A/N: Sucky ending, I know. I know. I'm sorry. As always, I love reviews.
