Cemetery
I listened to the song "Cemetery" by Say Anything quite a bit while writing this. Can be looked at as friendship, romance, whatever makes you happy :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters affiliated in this story. They rightly belong to Squeenix.
I swear to Kami, there was always something a little funny about him.
How he would always look skywards, as if something bigger and better were waiting up there.
He asked me, once, if I believed in a higher being than ourselves.
I couldn't answer him.
It wasn't like he had a sick fascination with death or the afterlife or anything, but Zack Fair most certainly had an avid curiosity about anything and everything. Where one goes after death just happened to be the topic of the day on one of these instances.
This same day, he asked the General his feelings on the matter. I was lucky enough to see his response.
Sephiroth simply smirked, shaking his head as he moved swiftly past us. "I don't believe in anything that I can't see for myself, Zack. By the way, shouldn't you be training right now, as opposed to delving into psychological babble you don't understand?"
After this incident, he dropped the matter altogether for quite some time, though I would still occasionally catch him silently observing the clouds, almost as if they would provide him the answers he desired.
It was only that day would I realize the meaning behind those words.
That day that I would, for myself, consider the things that he pondered.
Not a day goes by that he doesn't cross my mind at least once, and whenever he does, the thoughts of life after death are much more at the forefront than I'd like to readily admit.
Were his questions about the afterlife answered after the whisper of his last breath?
Was it anything like he imagined?
Most importantly...is he happy?
Sometimes-although this could probably be attributed to some form of madness-I can hear his laughter in the passing of a breeze.
I can't see anyone performing squat thrusts without smiling a little, mentally correcting their postures in my mind.
If someone were to ask me today if I believe there's somewhere that we go to, a more definite place than a blackened abyss, I, too, would have to look to the sky for an answer.
Would you reply, Zack?