Tifa sighed. Cloud was about to die, having not recovered from Geostigma. Cloud awoke and said to Tifa, "You're my guardian angel. I love you." Tifa responded, "Oh Cloud, I wish I could simply read a poem I wrote about you." "Shoot." Cloud's response came with a faint smile.
Through think and thin
I will be there
Feeling you healing
A Cloud in despair.
Limping you try to think
Of either me or Aerith
Can you not see Cloud?
Killed she is, get over it!
However you feel about me
Even if you don't
Always, I will love you
Ruin my life, you won't
That you are, my love
Cloud smiled further and said, "Tifa, I love you very much. As my dying words, I want to tell you a poem."
Caringly you sit with me
Lovingly, although
Of the pain I've caused you
U still love me so
Do you ever think of yourself?
So passionate are my feelings for you
Tifa, I love you
Reminiscing on my deathbed
I love you true
Flying away I go, but
Everywhere I go, will be hell without you.
"Goodbye, Tifa." Cloud weakly said as the young hero's soul left for the Promised Land. "Cloud! Noooooooooo!" Tifa cried over his dead body. Cloud's fate was worse than hell, when Loz brutally raped and sodomized Tifa, he watched in horror. And when Tifa's body was found hung over the edge of the Sector 7 plate, he watched in utter horror still. If he'd only listened to her, if he'd only fought with her, he wouldn't have died. His soul was tripping on his own regrets. Letting Sephiroth take control of him, Nibelheim, letting Aerith die, letting himself get Geostigma, it was too much. Now he could never be with Tifa, as her soul joined the Lifestream, he could never join her. So the day after Tifa hung herself, he found a lifeless, soulless, never aging body on Earth. So he, crying, entered that body. He sealed himself in a coffin under Shinra Mansion, to punish himself for the things he has done, for his regrets. One day, however, his coffin was opened by a set of adventurers...
A/N: A couple of poems along with a story opener. If I get at least 5 reviews, I'll continue it. Call it a threat, or whatever. And if you flame, I'll videotape your soul rotting in hell. Lol, just review.
