Never forgive
A child, no older than ten, that`s what he was.
The strength the man once held was gone; along with the waves of power that constantly flowed off of him.
It had all disappeared.
The tall, broad frame had been replaced by thin shoulders and a lanky body.
The long silver hair was shorter, stopping around the child's ears.
It was hard to look at the boy and think of the moster he once became.
Those aqua colored eyes had no slitted pupil; no malice and that slick smugness were gone from their colorful depths.
They held no special look to them, but were innocent and open, Curious.
I had never seen such joy, never at all seen anything like it, as I did that day.
The day of sorrow.
Small feet left barely any imprint on the sandy ground, but the wind of his passing had me turning, to not loose sight of him.
Overwhelmed, the whole scene that unfolded before my eyes overwhelmed me.
My knees shook.
The red cloaked man, the gunman, epitome of calm, cool and collected, on his knees.
The dust must have obscured my sight.
Enfolded in slender arms, is that jealousy I feel?
Golden claws reflecting the sun, buried gently in silver locks. A good arm wrapped around a small body, keeping it close.
Like a mantra; "Vincent, Vincent…"
A child, no more than ten, and I can not forgive.
Never forgive.
Another little drabble! I feel I like writing these one-shots a lot more than the stories that I have…
If you can`t guess the small plotline in there, it`s the Sephiroth from "Vincent`s memories", (in my story of course) and it`s coming from inside Cloud`s pretty little head:p
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