Oh hai. Man, it's been a LONG time since I wrote a fan fic.. :s (IM SORRYYY! DX PLEASE DONT HATE ME...) I hope I'm not too rusty ^^;

Okaay~ sooo.. This is like one big Final Fantasy crossover. So, even though it only says FFVII & FFVIII, it's practically all of em.

This is just the beginning of the story (which is in Zack's POV, if it confuses you).

Well.. Hope you like it:) R&R plz^^

Prologue

"Can't you just get over it already?" The words struck me with a pang of hurt.

I couldn't help but look away at that moment. My eyes caught sight of his bags by the door. A silent tear rolled down my cold cheek as if my vision was almost glued there or something.

Usually, I always thoughts he may have been leaving for a different reason. Maybe for a business trip of some sort, or possibly see my bags next to his, getting ready for a little vacation. But no... Neither of the two was happening at this moment.

"Please... Don't go..." My voice was shaky and broken from all the crying. He looked down at the floor, seeing as to he couldn't stand to see me cry.

"I just... I can't do this anymore Zack... I really can't." He didn't bother looking up at me. I seen the bags disappear and his footsteps slowly fade away. I could tell by his voice that he wasn't happy about this either.

I watched as his car pulled out of the drive-way and slowly drove towards town.

My legs started to buckle and the silence that was rupturing this big house was smothering me by the second.

My knees hit the floor with an empty 'thud'. I didn't make any sound. I felt like I wanted to just break out and scream but I couldn't find the strength. I looked at the setting that displayed its endless self around me; the couch, the broken vase, the floor, the giant fire place, all our memories on the walls... It all made me want to run. Run and find him. If I kept telling myself that it will bring him back, I might forget he even left. But I know it wouldn't change anything.

Slowly, my hands gave into themselves, and I let my body hit the cold floor. Tears fell quickly down my cheeks, making a small and quiet 'plop' when they met the hardwood. I lay like this for the longest time, blankly staring at the door.

At that moment I knew... He left... And he wasn't coming back.

OoOoOoOoO~! Who's this mystery mannn.. OwO

Keep readin to find outt! :D

P.S; Sorry its so short. :s