I wrote this as always. My sister's yelping louder than my brothers. I sat there as always, Cr0wning Witches and Punting Hunters as a smirk formed on my lips. "The Best Way to die! Romance!" I remember this cause my mother then entered and wacked me with the usual Vogue Magazine.
Love is the Worst Way to Die
I sat there as always, beside his bed, watching his chest rise and fall as his lips parted. The pain was unbearable. He lay there barely breathing and barely moving.I sighed worriedly and slightly moved a lose blond strand from his face "Cloud…". Seeing him like this hurt worse than the Stigma or the wounds from Sephiroth's blade and each time I traced those scars and bruises they seemed to make my stomach twist and my heart to explode or break. I remember how he got them, each and every one. A stab from the Masamune, a fracture from falling to the lower plate and a scar on his arm from out childhood. I couldn't help but sigh as his hand had twitched before moving to his forehead. He seemed to know I was there by now, he always does. "Teef I'm fine…Really, don't worry so much." He said this as a smile tug at the corner of his lips before reaching to the bedside for a damp cloth.
"Your pillow…"
He stared at me with curious eyes as I pointed as a cloth on his pillow.
He nodded and slowly stared into my eyes.
Those goregous blue eyes that seemed to show everything about him; fears, sadness, desires…
It seemed as if my lap had came into my eyesight faster than I thought because he sat there, chuckling to himself before waving his index finger at me.
"Teef…Don't beat yourself up or I might have to hate myself." He said before lieing back down,only this time on his side. He faced me and smirked, "Should I teach you a lesson?" he said before shutting his eyes.
Damn it….Why does he know me so well. He makes it so easy to make me freak out. First the brifge incident, then the Mako Reactor incident, then the Sephiroth one and more. I don't think he'll be satisfied till I have a heart did this all happen…
I stared at his sleeping form, eyeing a brand new scar across his chest before biting my lip to halt myself from any outburst of tears,screams or anything that might worry him.
Obviously this is only Chapter one so do not yell,flame or anything else. I like situations that start off in the middle of the plot so don't judge me.