Midgar stands in the distant view from the barren cliff. I sit at the top gazing at the city grimly. I drop my eyes from it and look up to the large sword next to me. I bring my hand to run down the rusted blades edge. The blade is still sharp enough to draw a line of blood from the palm of my hand. I rest my head against the blade gripping it tightly at it's edge ignoring the sting in my hand. I sigh at the cold blade against my head.
"Cloud, we're friends right?" My vision blurred by the mako's poisoning; I strain to the man sitting so close to me.
"...Zack....," I close my eyes tightly.
"For the both... of us... Live..."
"I...I don't know if I can keep that promise...I'm tired Zack...," I stare at the green mako beams gliding over the cut on my hand watching it mend. I grimace as the cut quickly heals. I hang my head lower, depending on the rusty sword to hold up my weight.
"Why won't you take me...," my breath hitches, "Why won't you..."
My eyes sting, I only find that I can cry here. The last place I truely cried, and the only place I will allow myself to cry.
A cool drop of on coming rain falls on the side of my face. Followed slowly by a few more. I won't move however, I'll stay here. This place; this spot; your grave. This place, it draws such an array of emotions to pour from my heart. It's the only place I feel comfort. Even with the pull in my heart and stomach thinking about your death. This is the only place I can find your presence. I need your presence; I need your comfort.... "I need you Zack...," Cloud's faint voice is drowned out by drops of rain now falling heavily around him.
The familiar storm clouds and brutal rain draws out the memory of my fallen love. I could feel my chest tightening to the point I thought I wouldn't be able breathe; but had I ever felt that I could breathe? My heart was beating madly in my chest; but I questioned whether or not it truly stopped beating since Zack's death. My mind was racing but every corner in my memory led from blank white halls to Zack after every opened door; I knew I could never be sane again.
My hand reaches out desperately praying that Zack will turn around; I pray he'll turn and surround his arms around me. I pray that my body will respond; I pray I can stop him. I have to get up; I have to call for him.. I have too! But my hand falls limply back at my side as he disappears into the blurry plains of copper and gold dust and stone. ...Zack... don't go...
"Don't go!" My eyes snap open from the scene in my memory; just a memory. I fought so hard to get to him; but I was too late.. I was... I was!!
"AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Started writing this a really long time ago so I just finished it off quickly o.O; very quickly it shows...... I read it and just figured instead of deleting it ( cause' it wasn't thaaaaaat bad ) I would end it really quick and move on if you guys like how it started and want me to I'll go back and add to it and change it I had a few more ideas but with my other stories this one just didn't seem worth the effort but! if you guys request it I will change it and make it better anyways thanx!