Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy or any characters bar my own.

Contains gore, violence and sexual themes.

Summary: A year after Sephiroth's return Angevale has been coping with the loss of Oblivion. Recurring nightmares and depression are slowly chipping away at her and she'll soon have to dig up her own and Vincent's past in order to put it behind them. Unfortunately the events unfolding may bring Angevale over the edge unless she fully confronts her past fears once and for all.

Too Broken

I frowned as I looked over the papers on my desk, my eyes straining to keep open. I hadn't slept in days and it was starting to get to me. Not that it would have mattered if I fell asleep anyway I wouldn't get any rest from it. I put my head in my hands, yawning loudly before flipping open a journal and peering through it.

It only made me frustrated as I couldn't make heads or tails of it. I stood up and went to my room that was attatched to my office. I did live in the WRO headquarters but didn't really... live there so to speak. All my belongings were there, including Oblivion's cloak and Scythe which I kept in a special container with a mannequin donning my uncle's cloak, the Scythe resting behind it. I kept Oblivion's necklace and wedding ring around my neck, never taking it off.

I put on the kettle and took out a mug, placing it beside the kettle until the water boiled. My living quarters was basically like a small apartment. It had three rooms, the bedroom, bathroom and living space that was meshed with the kitchen. I very rarely spent nights here. The times I did I spent mulling over old Shinra files that had been salvaged from Midgar. There were times I would fall asleep on my desk into my nightmares.

When the kettle popped I made my coffee and drank it quickly, not caring about the burning hot liquid hurting my throat. I went into my bedroom and sighed as I looked at the full length mirror. I had gained very little weight as I could see my own ribcage when I removed my clothes. I wore black all the time now as I still mourned for my uncle's death. I had my black pinstriped, long sleeved button up shirt on with black pleated slacks and black converse shoes.

I frowned as I fiddled with Oblivion's necklace, toying with his rose gold wedding ring. I faught back tears and stopped what I was doing. I was still incredibly fragile since I watched him die. It would just tear me apart everytime I thought about it, which turned out to be all the time as it wouldn't get out my head.

My phone in my office started ringing and I walked out, putting it on speaker as I sat back down at my desk.

"Angevale Rhapsodos speaking," I answered, thinking it would be Rufus or one of the Turks.

"You ever check your ID Angie?" Christie asked on the other end. Ever since she got engaged she's been dragging me everywhere with her for wedding planning. Nevina would help too as would Omen if he was in town, but ever since Rocket Town was destroyed three years ago because of the rocket launch he's been rebuilding. I think he said that all the residents had been relocated to Nibelheim.

"I don't Christie, I'm busy," I replied shortly, frowning as I flicked through pages of the newspapers.

"Exactly, that's why you're coming with me, Nevi and Omen to see my dress," Raising my eyebrow at the phone I went back to the papers. We had went dress shopping a week or so ago and Christie said she didn't like any of them.

"I thought you said all the dresses were shit?" I asked.

"This is somewhere different, it's in Kalm actually. Nevi recommended it to me, remember?" Not really, was probably spacing out at that time. "Surprised she hasn't picked her own wedding dress yet. Speaking of which, we still need to find you and Nevi dresses too." Nevina was still dedicated to the idea of getting married to my brother, despite him being gone four three, nearly four, years. I sighed and accepted the fact that if I didn't go, I would be dragged out of the building by Christie herself.

"Fine, where should I go?" I asked, picking up the keys from my desk.

"I'm picking you up to make sure you actually come, I'll be there in about an hour at most," She hung up and I leaned back on my chair, staring at the ceiling, then to a small display case where my sword, Memoria Ensis, rested above my two Velvet Nightmares. I had found the second one in my Father's estate in Utopia. Turns out he wielded them and left them for me to inherit. I was still uncomfortable in dual wielding, preferring my sword anyway. I usually just took one out for extra defense. I was still hesitant to ask Vincent to teach me to shoot better. I just can't shoot straight. I can hit my target but just not in the right place.

My brother's sword still remained in Banora, next to my Mother's grave. Nevina wanted to keep it there until he came back, and since she knew my brother better than I did, and is his fiancée then she gets the final say. I recalled that Cloud had restored the Buster Sword and moved it to Aerith's church... I hadn't seen him in a while. I hadn't actually talked to anyone outside of Christie, Nevina, Omen and Vincent. I really had become horribly distant and it wasn't doing any good... yet I still did it.

"Oi Chris ye needin' a hand there?" Nevina asked as we waited outside the changing rooms. I was always surprised at the size of these places. Right now I was sitting on a large cream couch with one leg resting over the other. Nevina and Omen were sitting beside me.

"No, piss off," Christie replied from inside the dressing room jokingly. I stared outside as I waited for her to come out. "Angie, you awake there?"

"Aye she's awake, jist comatose," I felt Nevina's hand on my shoulder and shake me, making me lookat her then to the door as it opened. Christie's hair was tied back into a ponytail and she was wearing a long white dress that flared out at the bottom. The straps went behind her neck and it was bare at the back with silver ivy leaves on the neckline. We stared at her for a while before Nevina burst into tears.

"I hope that's good, Nevi," Christie said with her arms folded across her chest.

"Chris ye look stunnin' I cannae believe how pretty ye look in it!" Nevina cried out in happiness.

"Yeah you look... wow," Omen looked really amazed and grinned widely. I remained silent until Christie raised her eyebrow at me.

"Well?"

"... You look beautiful Christie," I finally said in complete honesty. She smiled and nodded before going back to change. "Christie when are you getting the bridesmaid dresses?"

"Maybe next week or something... Omen wanna come with?" Christie replied from behind the door.

"I don't think any of the dresses would fit me. My chest is too big after all," He remarked with a laugh.

"Nah I'm sure we'd get something tailored," Christie countered, laughing.

"Aye but wit about the shoes? Ye know it's a nightmare tae find high heels in large sizes," Nevina added. I remained quietas they joked, feeling a little left out. "Hey Angie ye comin' tae my house the night?" I looked at her then shook my head.

"I'm going to see Vincent tonight, probably stay over," I replied. I noticed Omen wanting to say something but the look from Nevina stopped him, which made me sigh. I knew what he was thinking though. "Just say it Omen."

"Why aren't you two together? I mean you two practically act like a couple!" He exclaimed. Christie poked her head out from the dressing room and Nevina stared at him. I stood up and walked out of the shop.

"I honestly wish we were..." I said to myself as I walked down the street.