Hello! This is something short and sweet. I hope you like it!
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"I wanna be forgiven. Mmhmm. More than anything."
"I forgive you."
Blue eyes open to face the horizon. Dusty reds, grey clouds, and a view of a city that gave him so much promise but yet, is the source of all his problems. It was where he started his dream to become Soldier, and where he met his hero, a fallen angel, and his best friend. He never really got to connect with him as much as would have liked, but the times he spend with the first class Soldier were truly his happiest times. Now it has been a few years since his death and Cloud has nothing but memories and his legacy to hold on to.
His buster sword is rusted, dirty, eroded from wear and years out in the desert heat. But it stands tall, still, from the day he planted it, as a makeshift tombstone. Cloud wraps his hand around the hilt, and lifts from the ground. Holding it upright in the air he studies it, wondering if it could last forever. His friend cherished this sword, saying it once belong to someone important to him. He passed it along to Cloud and the blond returns it back to him, dedicating it to his legacy.
Cloud truly doesn't think he can live up to Zack's legacy. In his pain, he's forgotten him, took his memories and made them his own, and couldn't do enough to save Aerith. But by holding this sword, Cloud feels as though he can connect with Zack. Make him to be more than just a memory.
"Zack…"
The blond Soldier holds the Buster sword out in front of him, swings it around in a similar fashion that Zack would have done and replaces it back into the earth. Still holding onto the hilt, Cloud steps back a step and closes his eyes again. He can still feel Zack with him, now more than ever.
"I want to be forgiven, Zack. By you, more than anything else."
He opens his eyes and glance toward the sky. Just as he done years ago on that tragic day. And just like long ago, grey clouds now seem to fade away, the sun trying to break through. A single white feather floats softly down, the wind blowing softly. Letting go of the Buster sword, Cloud holds up a hand to catch the feather, gazing at it fondly.
He looks back up at the gift his hero gave to him, and smiles.
"Thank you."