Diclaimer: I do not own any of Square-Enix's characters.
Why Did It Have To Be You?
He lay in his bed, sleeping, but it wasn't peaceful. Tossing and turning; having to witness the horrifying slaying of yesterday,
She looked beautiful, as always, yet there was something wrong that showed in her emerald eyes. He stepped closer, and observed a small smile on her face.
It was a smile he would never forget—a smile that symbolized her last stand. Her last stand of summoning the ultimate white magic.
"Aerith..." he mumbled in his sleep, "Aerith!"
Silver hair flashed from above, and in a quick second, steel protruded from her stomach. Her body bent over half-way, as the light in her eyes disappeared; her crimson ribbon separating from her brown hair, the tiny white ball bouncing away into the waters below the altar.
Cold sweat ran down his face as he awoke from the dream, thrashing about. All of his blue sheets, and covers landed on the floor with a thud.
Sitting up, he bent his head into his hands, and began to weep softly.
It was his fault that she died.
"You came for me, Cloud, that's all that matters,"
"Aerith," he said softly, "why did it have to be you?"