So, my first attempt at a fanfic. It's a four-parter, and all mysteries will be revealed at the end...
Disclaimer: everything belongs to SquareEnix... or Bill Gates.
To those who loved this world, and knew friendly company therein: this Reunion is for you.
Tell Me.
Stumbling forwards, he found himself in a world of white, of nothingness. Slowly he straightened. As he did so, he felt someone behind him, back against his own. He knew it was her. His head lowered just a little, guilt weighing on his heart.
'You came'. She didn't sound surprised, more relieved, 'Even though you're about to break'.
Glancing to his left, he watched her slim fingers curl around his arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze. So like her, always trying to make him feel better.
'That's a good sign'. Her voice was soothing; he'd been without it for so long. Closing his eyes, he let her words wash over him, relaxing, until...
'So… why are you here?'
His eyes opened, wide with surprise; surely she should know why? Letting his gaze sink downwards he was further surprised to see flowers, instead of nothing. Why was he here?
'I think… I want to be forgiven'. He was hesitant, but as he spoke, he knew it was the truth. He nodded his head slightly, agreeing with himself, 'Hmm, more than anything'.
She was amused. He could hear the laughter in her voice as she replied, 'By who?'
He almost turned to her, confused by her response, but he wavered, afraid that she would go if he broke their connection.
He swallowed hard, afraid to admit what he knew to be the truth, his reason for coming here. His voice, when he spoke, was little more than a broken whisper, 'But I let you die'.
For a few moments she did not respond, his words heavy in the silence between them. Yet when she did reply, it was not how he would have expected.
'Boo-hoo'. She was laughing again, her voice amused. 'Poor little me'.
He was confused, unable to understand what she meant by that. He was unable to react.
She didn't seem to expect anything from him, because, after a moment of silence, she asked him, her voice serious, 'Why can't you forgive yourself?'
His head lifted, his eyes widened and the world around him dissolved, shifted. He felt the wind brush against his skin, ruffle his hair. The noise of the real world, though quiet, was deafening compared to silence of that place. He inhaled deeply, so very aware that he was alive.
'Are sins ever forgiven?'
'I've never tried'. He glanced at his companion, who was staring at the sky, surprised.
'Tried?' The word sound foreign on his lips. 'Tried'. He pushed himself away from the wall he'd been leaning on and walked away, away from the noise, away from the people, away from all the life.
'I never blamed you, not once'. As he walked, he though he heard her voice in his ear, a warm, sincere whisper.
'You came for me. That's all that matters'.