I always knew I'd
lose you. I never fathomed I would lose you so earlier. Sometimes it feels like
a dream and I'm going to wake up and see you smiling at me.
But your smile is
gone along with your warmth and laughter. All lost buried under 6 feet of cold
unresisting Earth. I can still see the dirt fall, hear the sound of it dust
your coffin all so final all so soon. They told me death isn't the end only a
new beginning.
It's all a bunch
of lies.
It's an ending to
a life, to my life.
Wind brushes my
bare arm come and gone so quickly it almost reflects your being in my life.
Warming me one minute then ripping to my core with bitter cold the next. I
stare at my hands seeing what really isn't there.
Your blood
staining my hands with shame. I couldn't save you no matter how I tried you
slipped away from me. The sky rumbles above me as though the heavens sympathize
for me. But they have you in their embrace when you should be in my arms.
I can still hear
your voice pleading with me to save you.
"I don't want to
leave you."
Your last words
to me as your life faded away. It's a cruel joke fate has played on us and I'm
not laughing.
I wish you were
here now telling me everything is going to be all right that tomorrow is going
to be just another day. But clutching your limp, blood soaked body to my chest
I knew then that tomorrow would never come for me.
I would live with
my guilt of that day everyday for the rest of eternity. With each shovel of
dirt they threw on you they threw a part of me with it. More of me is buried
deep with you than is standing here now.
My heart is
bleeding and it's almost as though I can feel it soaking my shirt. I reach up
expecting to find my shirt moist with red. But as the angels cry for my loss my
hand only comes away dripping with wet clear water.
A voice calls for
me and I turn hoping it will be you but my hopes are crushed when it's not your
face. They tell me to come in out of the rain or I will catch my death of cold.
How ironic the words they use.
Death doesn't
seem so frightening now knowing you are waiting for me when the in veritable
happens. I want to hold you so bad to see your smile and know tomorrow will
come.
But I'm only left
with memories and the lingering question whatever happened to tomorrow?
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Authors Note: My first story, I'm just re-loading it in
html. This is a "What If" story. Cloud has lost Tifa and this is how he might
reflect on it. Look folks, I know Tifa never died in the game, I'm not stupid.
This is a "What If" story, I'm sure you can understand that. If you feel inspired
to write how Tifa died based lightly on the description feel free. But tell me
so I can go out and read it. If not, whatever. Hope you liked this. And yes
Satsuki, I think I do attract idiots, just one of my special gifts. Hugs
Satsuki and Prositen You two are the best! ^_^
Disclaimer: Although no names were mentioned, the
characters who's feelings where being portrayed where Cloud Strife. So he
belongs to Squaresoft.
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