Last Glimmers
BlackVinta
Copyright: I do not own FF7. Though I enjoy the fantasy that maybe one day I will.
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I would bleed in my ignorance to know you could love me. I found it that I was a liar to myself. My reflection ignored me and the world is no longer a fun place for me.
This cold place... is too unknown for me. A mist escapes my lips and I fear my insignificant life slowly leaves me. I'm weaving breath and life and I'm praying I'll be saved.
But I see the fire in your eyes. Phlegmatic eyes of green , stare into my soul, seeing the last emotions in me expunge…slowly die. I confess, you were the demon they called you. But you're still beautiful as I die...
in your arms...
And you do not hesitate to submerge all of your wrath in that feared blade, and its cold silver sharpness enters me deeper. Silently. Through gritted teeth, I ready myself for throes of blackness. Its coldness entering my body and the warmth of my life leaving.
I need to die to ignore the passion I still feel for you, even in death. I am nothing but the effusive and incongruous imagination as my body is slowly sublimes with no trait of energy to revive my wounded soul.
And you dip down, your locks of glowing ivory falling down my shoulders. And I see it. In horror it's there. And it's like light is slowly painted for a second in my world. That smirk. The same condescendingly smirk. It flashes before my eyes, and in my hurting I know... it's beautiful.
And deeper the blade goes into my body, the tearing of muscle and flesh bleed a fresh aroma of blood. The odour is far too strong and I breathe slowly, inhaling my death. And I watch how your curious green eyes examine my broken body. You're intrigue at death and the last fires that keep us humans alive, aren't you.
I curse life for making me so blind to the many wonderful undiscovered intricacies still left buried to me. I must confess, your enthusiasm for destruction, is such the twisted first. However iconic you have become for your bloody vistas, I still enjoy you ... even if you clearly hate me.
You watch me... and the last glimmers of light in my body prance away. With bloodied fingers, I strain myself to know this. And I stretch forward, my fingers touching your face. The face of ice... the face of death. I feel you now.
And my heartbeat begins to fade asleep.
I stroke your cheek to know you even at my death. Please, forgive me for not understanding you. For knowing all life, except you – the abomination. For even sinned souls can be blessed.
To die sinned is worst.
You strike me as a child, playing with life's delicate balance. But I didn't know how much, I didn't care then… but now…is it possible to love you amidst all you are.
To this world…
To my kind…
And you grasp my hand and whisper coldly...
Farewell cetra...
I gulp the last breath of air I could… the tears fall. But it's too late for that.
Goodbye, Sephiroth... is what the darkness made me say…
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Author's Notes: My first fanfiction. I'm a German writer so please, don't be too hard.