I was bored…I had a computer and my brain…here's what happened!!
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The banners spiralled to the ground as the fire ate away at their vivid colours. The heat was intense. Glowing embers were all that remained of the once beautiful town. Memories, hopes, fears, ambitions…all were reduced to ashes with one fell swift of his hand. He held the power of life and death over its inhabitants. He had slaughtered men, women and children in their hundreds. He had watched the shock on their faces as they felt the iciness of his blade as he forced it through them. He smirked as he remembered their cries.
As he stood and surveyed his masterpiece not a trickle of remorse found its way through his dark heart, until he heard it. A haunting cry that pierced his soul and cut him to the bone; a sound that stripped him bare of his hatred and left him quivering on the brink of nausea. He gripped his sword fiercely and let himself slump onto his knees. Silk sheets of his silver hair blanketed his face. The voice grew in intensity and he clutched his ears but he couldn't drown out the wailing of all those he had hurt…all those he had killed. The voices rose together, triumphantly breaking away the barriers in his mind. Then they joined together in unison, and he knew the voice they symbolised.
"Why? Aerith…I!" He cried aloud.
Then he saw her, her ghostly presence that was so deeply disturbing but so unearthly beautiful.
"Look at what you've done." She wept pitifully.
He reached out his hand and tried to embrace her. It passed through her and her outline wisped back into place as he slowly withdrew his hand.
"I'm too late." She lamented.
"Come back to me my angel!" He wailed.
Tears were welling up in his startling mako eyes.
"Look what you've done…" Was all the ghostly figure said.
"I'm sorry…I'm sorry." The powerful man sobbed.
"I loved you…" She was beginning to fade; huge silvery tears were flowing from her ethereal eyes.
"No, come back! I need you…I love you!" He begged.
The form disappeared, leaving the wounded General sobbing on his knees. The embers were beginning to die down and he was illuminated in their eerie glow. The voices had left him…Aerith had left him. He was left an empty aching husk. He was swamped with feelings he wasn't familiar with. He wanted to take it all back…he wanted to make her love him again. So this was remorse.
Well hope you enjoyed my little oneshot! Review or feel the remorse!!