Short Story. (Relating to Final Fantasy 7)
The moment he saw the picture he remembered. The things that created him, the tests, the explosions, the horrors that made him who he was. Looking in the mirror, he asked himself the question which he would never answer; Is this me? Could all those thoughts unsaid, all those actions unspoken, be me? The only reply he could come up with was of that he didn't know. Flipping open his cell-phone, he found those 268 worried voice messages from the one he was engaged to. How long had he been gone? There is nothing but silence as his answer. Calling the number that had called nonstop, he heard the shaking, sweet tone of his fiancé. He could picture the relief shining in her eyes as the tears slowly left damp trails down her beautiful face. He smiled at the thought of her. He longed for her delicate kisses and for her gentle hands as they memorised the feeling of his neck. Her fingers running through his hair tangling with the knots. Her sweet smile, flashing a row of perfect white teeth. He had never felt so lonely, so heartbroken. He needed to see her. He needed to tell her his uncontrollable feelings toward her. Silent tears flowed faster as he heard the high-pitched, excited voice of his adopted daughter. Then he heard the sweet laugh of his adopted son, the wonderful, amazing children in which he had grown to love so much. His family, so close to him, but yet so far away.
Looking at the picture again, he completely broke down. 2 people nagged inside him. 2 completely different personalities, the hard faced soldier who only worked for the good of it and the smiling, loving father who had only been discovered 2 years ago. Breaking the window, and starting up the fenrir, his bike, he filled his head with thoughts of all he cherishes, and left to see them.
By Kayla Gordon