Final Fantasy does not belong to me. It belonged to Square Co.
Light and Dark
Everything was dark, deep and quiet that the deafening silence is like a piercing scream and the blackness was almost his source of light. It defines his solitary. This is his sanctuary
Cloud twists and turned on the splintered wooden floor right next to the bed of flowers that she used to love, care for and watch them grew before the sickening long glittering Masamune of that dark, tall, silver-haired demon claimed her life. He had been sleeping like this for now, alone and cold and painful, and it doesn't change anything: Cloud Strife is inflicted with Geostigma.
The dark bubbling pain through his skin again and the blonde cringes in anguish. Then there are flashes of green and white and colours that he didn't even know existed. Then the darkness came over his vision clouding his sapphire eyes. His empty gaze to the sunlight grew weaker and unfocused. Everything is too dark. Dark. The blackness is suffocating. He needs light. But the sunlight is not what he wants.
Ironically, as much as he craved for the light to engulf him again, he knew that it will never. His only source of light was abandoned in his home which he had isolated himself to ever since he was contradicted with this damned diseases.
And he deserves all this for doing that wicked deed.
To abandon her. And his foster daughter. And his foster son.
The person once known as the strongest man on the planet groans uncharacteristically as he clutches his arm, the place where it hurts the most. It is where the unknown black liquid scorches his skin like the hottest lava and freezes his bones like the coldest ice from the Northern Crater depths. A single droplet of tear fell through his eye when Cloud turns to his stomach, he wants to scream so badly but couldn't find his voice.
Maybe it is his punishment for being a failure. He failed too much, from saving his best dark-haired friend, then the flower girl, then his AVALANCHE comrade - he couldn't even become a good man for her.
It is finally over.
The pain and the dark that he thought is everlasting.
Cloud inhales and exhales deeply and repeatedly, his staccato heartbeat slowly returning even. He turns himself again so that he is lying on his back, staring at the cracked ceiling with the hints of sunlight creeping through the slits.
When his vision came by again, Cloud takes his time to tilt his head to the direction of the double door.
And it swings open, almost urgently.
And he sees it, his light. Her.
It is embarrassing for him to be seen in this miserable state after he had been avoided her for months but Cloud cares not, and neither did she. A weak smile grazes his handsome feature when she rushes to his side in an instant, stroking him here and there, soothing the spots where it is supposed to hurt and where it doesn't.
Tifa's flawless face is filled with concern, her hands keep working all over him when she raises his head to her lap and let him rest upon it. She gazes into his eyes and so did he, and her hand stops at his hard cheek.
"Shh... it's alright now Cloud. You're okay."
As comforting as it sounds, the smile on Cloud's face fades when he knew that it wouldn't change anything.
It is not okay.
Geostigma is still with him. He is still a burden to her.
But for now, all he wants is to relish in her company when Cloud slowly closed his eyes and she delicately stroked his spiky hair.
Maybe someday. One day that he can find the cure to this damned influence and save the world again.
He can free himself, and the others from the darkness and pain.
Maybe.
My first fanfic. Tell me what do you think! :) Updated: Credits to Sleeping0Dragon for a correction in one of my sentences! Thank you for the review and your time to spot the mistake!
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