For now, this is just a drabble I had to get out of my system.
Depending on response, I may actually extend this into a big-long SERIES FIC.
"Depending on response".
That's where you come in.
Hinthint.
If I owned them, I wouldn't call it fanfiction, would I?
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After the first year in the tank, Cloud could no longer hear or see Zack. There was nothing but a peircing green that fogged all his senses and burned through his veins. It was then that he first began to understand the word "loneliness".
He spent the entire next year alone with his thoughts.
After the third year, even they had abandoned him.
He began to really appreciate the true meaning of the word by the fourth year; he could feel nothing but the overwhelming loneliness picking at his frayed conciousness.
By the fifth year, he felt nothing at all.
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