He leaned against a withered tree with his arms folded and his head being carried by his slumping shoulders. His boots were covered in dark brown mud, the thick sludge remaining sedentary and being drenched in the rainfall. The shy, humble, and introspective man was alone in the sable darkness left to wonder the meanings of life, his in particular, and whether or not it even had a purpose. He would release a dispirited sigh, his sky blue eyes kept their scintillating brightness, even in darkness. Their stolid personality never expressing feelings, they were cold, a reflection of the blueness that had gracefully colored them. His messy blonde spikes skulked on his head, the points perfectly sculptured in many different angles and directions. How long can I hide my pain, my suffering, from those I love and care for, from my closest friends, I'm better off being alone, I will not allow anyone to suffer because of me.
The alien blood clung to his arteries and was carried throughout his blood stream. Its spread only subdued by the agents working within his body. The planet, Gaia, provided him further resistance, imparting him with great affliction as it would amplify the agent's potency. Eventually, the pain will stop; I will be able to live a normal life again. His slumping shoulders remained static as his head peered slowly towards the sky, which would gaze wistfully and be devoured by its darkness. Deep inside, his body had no light, and flames of hope would immediately be doused by his own insecurities and loathing. Deep in his warring mind, was a darkness even he couldn't understand, or even begin to comprehend.
The darkness devoured the stars masking them from the sky. His eyes remained skyward, staring into that darkness. He allowed a smirk to surface along his expressionless face and rolled up the stitched black woolen sleeve which covered his right arm. He rolled it shoulder high, revealing a red ribbon tied onto it. He winced, choked, then squeezed the arm with intense pressure, thick black liquid oozed out of it. He screamed...louder and louder, then joggled, before stumbling head first onto the grassy floor. The rain continued to pour heavily, showering him and soaking his clothing. His lazy spiked blond hair would whip his forehead and cause a pinch of pain.
It was now early morning, the sun rising and brightly lighting the previously darkened skies, in a place far from the agonizing blond. The location was one that housed his most beloved and affable companion. It was the 7th Heaven bar in the city Edge, and in it lived Tifa Lockhart, the blond's fiancée and closest friend. It seems like eons have passed since he first proposed to her, confessed his love for her. They had made love that day, and in that torrid moment they would plant seed which would give birth to a child—a beautiful little girl. The blond never gazed upon his daughter; as he left during Tifa's pregnancy and never witnessed her laboring. He stayed connected with them over the phone though, as he always carried his mobile phone, and he would get to hear his daughter's beautiful voice which would always bring a smile to his face, hearing her talk would always brighten his mood and lift his spirits. Every time they spoke he would try to create a mental image of her in his mind, so as to have a picture of her to store in it.
Tifa lived with her daughter Celestia Lockhart, and Denzel, an adopted orphan. Denzel received academics in the Lucrecia Middle School for exceptional children. The youth showed great promise, and therefore would be instructed by those knowledgeable in its application. Celestia was another gifted youth, about 5 years younger than Denzel; she began showing great promise as early as elementary school by possessing an uncanny ability to learn rather quickly, and unusual strength, making her adroit when training under her mother in the martial arts. It was this passion to learn that would strengthen their mother daughter bond. Celestia had the same swash buckled determination of her mother which made her a diligent learner and palpable student.
Tifa sat in her desk staring at a picture of her and Cloud. Their bodies touching in an affectionate manner with his handsome wet lips pressed against her moist peachy skin. Staring at that picture would ameliorate her, reminding her of the happiness just being next to him brought her. She would give an amorous smile, at the pleasure his touch brought her. Her mind reflecting on the love they once shared. I will always love you Cloud, never forget our childhood pact, the promises we swore to abide. She reached and pressed her fingers on the picture, her eyes being closed; touching it unearthed fond delightful memories making her blush from the exultation it gave her. I wish I could hold you one more time. Please come back to me Cloud. She exhaled; a bitter sweet feeling had momentarily claimed her.
To be continued....
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