A/N: This is a thing. My attempt at an emotional fiction thing. So please read and review. Any critics would be great.
I do this everyday. Its habitual. I wake up, get ready for my shit hole I call a job(you know shower, eat, get dressed, etc and not always in that exact order), and to that one thing that makes me look forward to the day; thinking about you. I've done this everyday since the day I met you. You're like a drug to me, you're like an addiction. I can't stop thinking about you , and when I try to, I just think of you more; like an alcoholic wanting his next beer.
Today was like no other. I performed my ritualistic habits of the morning. But today had a slight twist to it. It's something miniscule I know but still, it's something new. On the windowsill of my shit-tastic apartment sat a white bird. Birds in midgar, especially below the plate, were extremely rare if seen at all (depending on the sector you live in). The bird would have had no significance usually, but there was just something about this little bird that caught my attention. Like it was there for a reason; to tell me something. It stared at me ,laying in my bed, with its beady black eyes then, in an instant, it flew away.
After I finished everything I needed to do, I flipped open my cell and dialed your number. No answer. This was unlike you. You always answered me. Even if you were busy with the most important task in the world, you'd drop it in an instant for me. So, out of worry, I called you again. Like last time, no answer. I was getting annoyed. "Answer dammit." I whispered to myself. Like that would help. I didn't have time to worry and figured I'd see you at work. So I sent a text saying "had fun last night" and closed the phone.
My car, despite my shit hole of a home, was amazing. I saved up so much money, and even then, I didn't have enough. You loaned me what remaining money I needed to get it. I still cant believe you did that. It was like, why? Why waste your hard earned gil on me? But I guess I'm just that important to you.
So I got in, started her up, and hit the road. Traffic was heavy this fine morning, and it only frustrated me. I will still worried about you because you hadn't returned my text or even tried to call me back. Sitting in traffic, I took out my phone and called you again. "Answer, answer, answer." I whispered, hoping that maybe, in some way, it would help. I growled as the phone went to voice mail. I threw it on the passengers seat in frustration.
"Come the fuck on!" I yelled. Traffic was at a stand still. Not even moving. I hated this shit. I sighed and tried to calm down. I looked out the window. Nothing but highway as far as the eye could see, and a line of cars too. I frowned. I was going to be late and have to hear Tseng bitch again at me. What a great start to the day.
After what seemed like an eternity, the traffic started to move and I sighed a sigh of relief. Hopefully I wouldn't be late. Its not because of Tseng would bitch at me or Rufus would ride my ass, the only reason I was glad I would not be late was because I could see you. I just needed to see you, to know you were okay.
In about half an hour I arrived at the Shin-ra building( I guess half an hour I don't know). I parked my car as close to the building as I could get. I reached for my phone and tried your number again. No answer. Okay. I pocketed the phone and left my car. Walking towards the building, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I stopped and turned around. It was Cynthia. Cynthia was the secretary of our floor. She was young, only seventeen, and very pretty. She was short, only about four foot seven, and couldn't have weighed more then ninety pounds. We had a one time fling and that's about it. Now a days, we're just friends. She was smiling her usual smile. She was wearing her usual work outfit; a short sleeve white top, short black skirt, and some kind of sandal. Overall she looked stunning.
"Oh someone doesn't look too happy." She grinned and stood in front of me, placing her hands on my shoulders. "Bet I can make you happy." she blushed "In more then one way." Lovely innuendo.
"Oh and how would you do that?"
She giggled and stood next to me. "Well how about you meet out back on break and I'll show you exactly how I'll do that." She smirked. Such a great offer. It really was. But I couldn't accept it. I had someone, and hopefully I'd see him soon. His stupid ass was worrying me. But I had to turn down her offer.
"Sorry I can't." I shook my head "don't get me wrong though, it's a great offer." I smirked and leaned over, lightly nipping her neck. She squealed in pleasure. Oh how I loved that noise. Sort of turned me on. I bit my lip. Made me reconsider my decision. She gave the cutest pout and crossed her arms. "You're no fun Reno." She laughed. "But at least consider it. I can rock your world." She ran on ahead and waved to me. I guess I'd at least consider her offer. I mean why not right?
After arriving on the Turks floor, I quickly walked to your office, or at least I tried to. I was stopped by Elena and Tseng. They had a grim look in their eyes. Elena looked like she was looking past me and Tseng's eyes were fixated on me. Had I done something wrong? What happened? I needed to know. Elena was the first to make noise. She cleared her throat.
"Reno we have some…news." she was fidgeting a bit. I was getting anxious. I was also still worried about you. "There was an…accident." Elena had a look of sadness about her. Something that I never really seen her have. She was usually a very happy woman, never really sad. But I guess there is a first for everything. She slid her hands in her pocket.
"An accident?" I was curious.
"Reno I'm sorry." Tseng placed a hand on my shoulder, giving me a sympathetic gaze. He frowned and proceeded to explain the situation to me. I could not believe what I was hearing. It couldn't be. "You're lying!" I shot at him. I pushed his hand off me and ran to your office, completely in doubt. Nothing could happen to you, ever. I couldn't imagine a world with out you. I got to your office. It was neat as always, so unlike mine. I stood in the doorway, just staring. You weren't here. You were always here. He wasn't lying, was he? I frowned and looked down. Tseng approached and put a sympathetic hand on my shoulder. "It'll be ok." He whispered. "We'll find someone to replace him."