Also, the girl is Tifa. I just don't say her name. I really don't see the need for her name in this. And at the end, in italics, that's some of the lyrics from November Rain.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Final Fantasy VII belongs to it's creators, and November Rain belongs to Guns N Roses.
November Rain
The rain came in heavy buckets. The cold wetness washed away the warmth of the blood, and left a numbness in it's wake.
He didn't want to die! He really didn't. He wanted to live! He wanted to see her again! Was that to much to ask? He really hated ShinRa for doing this to him.
The burning pain of themultiple bullet wounds was becoming nothing more than a slight sting, and black was creeping into the corner of his vision. The cold November rain wasn't helping at all.
He was desperate now. If he had the strength, no matter how pointless it might have been, he would've cast a cure spell over him. The simple spell might have healed him enough to get to town. He snorted weakly at his thought. It was impossible that the low level spell could have worked that well for him.
He still didn't want to die. There was so much left for him to do.
He still had to tell her that he loved her! They still have the rest of their life together, and ShinRa wasn't going to take that away from him and her. And was damn sure her last words to him weren't going to be "I hate you!" They were going to be "Oh Zack, kiss me again!" He grinned weakly. He could even see the little stars in her eyes as she said that.
But he wasn't going anywhere. His only friend was the cold November rain. Now that he thought about it, her birthday was in November.
The soft foot falling of a chocobo walking through the mud had him wondering if this was a trick his mind made up. But the rushed sound of feet splashing in the puddles, and the warm figures pressing against his face, he knew this was more than a mind trick.
He knew, he really knew it was really when her lips brushed his lips. Her words, even though soft reached his ears. "I love you... don't die... sorry..."
They came in random mumbles, but the whispered 'I love you' gave him the strength to weakly grin again. It gave him the strength to keep fighting, it gave him the strength to grasp her hand."Never babe." It gave him the strength to chock out words.
Her choked sob meant she heard him.
Strong arms lifted him. He felt himself being lifted and placed onto a cot inside the carriage the chocobo pulled.
The feeling of his hand in hers, her scent all around him, lured him into a healing coma.
After all, even November rain ends.
Outside the carriage, the rain stopped and the sun shined weakly through the thick gray clouds.
So never mind the darkness. We still can find a way. 'Cause nothin' lasts forever, even cold November rain
