DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING FROM FINAL FANTASY 7!
Went camping for a few days and wrote this cause I had nothing better to do. Hope you like it!
The wings lay beneath his jacket and white shirt. Waiting to be set free; twitching as their masters footsteps stopped.
Their masters gaze shifted down to the blackish, blue ocean below. Hair set free from the band, blowing in the wind like the waves to the rocks.
Moonlight hits the feathers peeking from the white shirt collar and jacket, red shines of the black that all reflects himself. The pain he's caused and blood he's spilled, families destroyed.
The red matches his hair, his scars, and all wounds ever received while being a black suited taker of lives. Broken hearted and tear spilling eyes gaze to the dark moonlit sky above him then back down to the darkened sea.
The silence broken by a step and a jump, eyes shut releasing tears that fall behind him to never been seen again.
Each one representing the pain and suffering he's caused as his mind finally cleared of all thoughts. Wings break through their masters clothes, the binds on them finally broken.
His red eyes open to see his death getting closer, wings unable to save him.
Tears stop with his mind everything feeling dead to him as his eyes look down to see himself an inch above the water. His body glows as he's lifted up, back to the cliff he'd just jumped from and set on his feet.
"You still have much to live for."
He blinked his eyes to see a ghostly women in front of him, the faint glow coming off her.
She smiled walking through the mans body, causing his red and black wings to disappear with her. Now he stood alone and wingless.
Falling to his knees with heavy breaths before realizing he'd been forgiven.
"Thank you Aeris..."
I know this is probably a little rushed....can you tell me who the man is? lol
anyone who does gets a cookie!