Stole It
The moment a storm comes to an end, an eerie feeling is to arrive. As if the peace collided with the lingering violence. After each battle –regardless of which kind- abrupt feelings arrive. It's hard to ignore them when you're the one that's won the battle, but it's even harder when the battle was to save a world. Have you ever thought about what that means? Saving the world, the life of so many, many of which you might not consider deserve to live, but you saved them. You might fight for something, but in the end, you might actually be winning the same as your enemy is. We should all wonder what saving the world really means.
But, do you not hate to wonder this after you've done it? Do you not hate to not know what you want? Maybe, do you wonder what to do after you are finally in peace, with no war to be fought waiting for you, left to build a life, left to do what you never did?
Twenty-five years old. Twenty-five years had gone by. Not even he could describe how lost he felt. Now, he was living on his own, and, as he looked out the window, he really couldn't stop himself from sighing and his mind from wondering what he was supposed to do. It was hard to face, but he was starting his life once again.
Still had a job, still had his friends, but he very well knew he wouldn't be able to stay forever the same. So he did the first thing he thought he should do. He moved out. Sure, Cloud Strife might have not treated 7th Heaven as his home but still considered it one, still, he found himself missing the other place.
It was a small apartment on the 5th floor of a building that had just been rebuilt. On his bike, Cloud would only take 10 minutes to reach the bar. It had one bedroom, two bathrooms, a living-room and a kitchen. That didn't matter. The man was confused, and he knew the one to blame was not only the fact that he missed the bar; couldn't understand why he felt like a teenager that was left home alone for the first time.