Original: Final fantasy VII - Why you no love polygons?
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own the polygon goodness. Square does...But at least they weren't with Disney!
Warnings: Just emo!Cloud and a very dead!Aerith with a ton of confusion
Pairings: Hinted Cloud/Aerith...I like her even if she is the biggest Mary-sue to walk the video game Earth.
I want to see her.
She will be where she always is; the angel of the church; the beauty so fair she makes the flowers grow.
They grow and struggle, so filled with envy that they reach towards the sky and open their buds wide in hopes that one day they will surpass her beauty. And she rewards their efforts with caresses and kisses to their open faces and bathes them in sunlight and love so warm and soothing and healing it rivals mako. And then when they sleep she gingerly takes them from their beds and gives them to strangers so ugly and cruel that the they become no longer jealous. They flourish and burn their brightest at the lack of competition and pass on in peace.
And when I go to see my angel she is kissing and caressing her envious flowers. She laughs and smiles at the world and I can imagine her twirling and twirling and swinging her arms about in mockery of her wings. Beautiful and happy even in this world that she has come to understand and master unlike every other soul. She holds it in her palm and gazes knowingly at it; it cannot hide secrets from her.
I see her there in the church and the sunlight and I know I cannot hold her; I cannot speak to her; I cannot venture near. But something inside of me screams and moans and cries. It wants to be near her. And it becomes so unbearable that my forehead feels as if it is cracking in half, like my body is shattering and withering away.
I obey the cries and screams and as I step closer the pain goes further and further away and I smile; I smile before I realize it; I smile for the first time and it is just as painful as my body shattering when I realize what I have done.
I have gotten to close to heaven.
And now I will be shunned back to hell, which is where I find myself once the stupor has worn off, once I gain my senses back and the screaming is just a dull ache in the back of my head like it has been for years.
For the first time I notice children in the church, staring at me as I stop in front of them. I can see some of her in them; not in appearance or personality; nothing physical at all. But I can see innocence in them like I saw in her. I can see angels in them. But the angels might die in this world when the ignorance and innocence wears off.
They look upset for they have noticed the angel is gone as well and blame me. And they do not know how right they are. They brood as they go back to nurturing the flowers; not kissing and caressing as she had done but still loving them all the same.
I leave, I cannot take the pain of watching them anymore or having her lingering presence so close to me without her truly there.
I walk back out into hell where the screams and cries throb like a dull headache; always constant and always there. That is the only presence of her I need.