Puppet
How did things end up this way? The once famous hero Cloud Strife, now sitting here trashed in an alleyway, like a tattered and forgotten puppet. Nobody would never recognize me anymore, not like this… nobody except for him, but he is gone. Sephiroth, I idolized you, I loved you, and I killed you. Why was I so foolish?! I could have saved you! I know that deep within your soul, you were still that kind, generous, and wonderful man that I once knew… that I once loved... and still love. I cannot bear to let the memory of you go, not when we could have been together forever. We were a perfect couple, or so everyone said. You were always so strong, and I… I weep just thinking about you now.
People who knew me before would tell me that I am crazy, throwing away my life like this to sit and sulk in silent misery… drinking away everything that I own as I pour my soul out to the empty night sky above me. How I cry out to the heartless bastards who made us miserable, that made us enemies. I have killed them all of course, slaughtered without the slightest hesitation as I bathed in my own rage. I was angry at them, furious for what they had done, but there was one person I could not destroy, despite how angry I was with him.
You can probably guess who he is. The one person I can't kill…. but then again, I suppose anything is possible. Why shouldn't I be able to do this, to end his suffering and pain? Why can't I kill him?! Who is he? More importantly, who has he become? You once told me the truth, so very long ago, though I didn't believe you then….. you told me he was…
…a puppet.
(A/N): What do you think? Should I continue this story?