Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII or Within Temptation lyrics
Okay, basically this is from Cloud's POV as he thinks over Zack's death, set to the lyrics of Our Farewell by Within Temptation. Poor Cloud.
I am also currently writing the second half of this fan fiction, so don't complain that I only used the first chorus and verse. Please don't forget to review.
This is dedicated to Whitewave3. I'm certainly surprised you managed to get me into this whole writing business~!!
Our Farewell
Part One
I am lying in a field. It is night. The soft grass caresses my bare arms and neck, the cold air chilling my aching bones, turning my breath into misty grey clouds and rising up to the black-blue sky. I am watching the stars. Their light is so beautiful, but so small and fragile, just like hope. People hope for a happy life, hope for the good of the world, hope for other people. I close my eyes. They are all fools. There isn't such a thing as hope.
In my hands, a legacy with memories. I can hear you say my name…
I inhale deeply. Midgar is ugly at night. Its outskirts are probably the only place you can get away from the black, twisted underbelly of city night life. It stinks of death and the sweat of people with a conscience. The whole place is ugly, and it has a way of making you feel isolated even if you're surrounded by people you love. If….. If He was here, he would say something funny, or encouraging, or just sit next to me… and everything would be well. He had that thing about him, that ease that made everyone like him. He was pretty amazing.
I can almost see your smile, Feel the warmth of your embrace
I stand up and stretch, then straighten His sword. It has been a while since I paid a visit to this place. Everything is a lot more wild and tangled, giving the whole place an ominous and chaotic effect.
"Zack…" I whisper as I dust off the hilt. "I didn't mean to…. I……" I choke and let my hair fall infront of my face. Zack's sword is rusting. His memory is fading.
There is nothing but silence now
Around the ones I loved
To be honest, I'm not sure if I can recall His face anymore. He had black hair, and the same blue-and-green eyes as me, and….. Did He have a scar? I think He did. On His cheek? Or forehead? I can't be sure. I do remember that He was always laughing. It was a warm laughter.
And I remember… That time, when He dropped me on the ground, and He walked away…. and there were soldiers and guns, and blood—so much blood, everywhere and—I couldn't—I couldn't do anything—
Is this our farewell?
My knees shake and I grab the hilt of the Buster sword for support. It goes lop-sided under my weight. Guilt claws at my throat and heart. I can't breathe.
I can't believe I just—I just left Him there! He gave up his life, and what do I do?! I take his sword!! He saves my life, so I pretend that all his adventures—all his experiences—was MINE! I am a filthy, repugnant, grotesque LIAR. And nothing more.
I am still kneeling against his sword. It begins to rain. More memories hit me.
The rain, Oh God, the rain—
Sweet darling you worry too much
My child I see sadness in your eyes
….I watched him as he took his last breath. I watched him fade away. His eyes dulled, his face and hand hands relaxed, erasing the ugly signs of pain and smoothing his brow….. He isn't here anymore.
I scream. It echoes, and it intertwines with the scream in my memories, like a lone wolf howling to the moon. Memories….. Guilt… Pain…. It's now the only thing that exists in my heart. I am alone in the rain. And so I should be.
You are not alone in life
Although you might think that you are….
Please review~!!! As I said before, part 2 will be up soon And yeah, ain't it delightfully emotional?
~Mr. CharlieBean.
