The wind blew hard against the figure on the cliff. Standing here, you could look out over Midgar. And that's exactly what this figure was doing. The sunset leaving streaks of orange and red across his golden blonde hair. A patch of red sunlight laid over the side of his face, and the bangs hanging there. His blue eyes were the strongest contrast from the colors in the sky at that moment.

He watched the clouds roll over atop Midgar, freely unlike himself. He should have felt happier. The war was won. Everyone was safe. He had fought off his gloom for a short time, but slowly it was returning as he stood there. The sun glinted off the sword in the ground, reflecting in his eyes as he looked down. "I'm sorry..." Was all he could say.

Looking up, he stared sadly at the sword. "I couldn't save you...I couldn't protect Aerith..." He sighed, bringing an arm to his chest. His fist clasped tightly, just over his heart. "It hurts..." He muttered, feeling the slow pounding of the organ in his chest. He was alive, but he didn't feel like it. If anything, he felt like a hollow shell of himself. He closed his eyes, refusing to let selfish tears fall before the hero's grave.

His eyes shut tight, his sobs escaped him quietly. He remembered something someone from long ago had told him. 'Silent sobs...they're the worst kind...you force yourself not to cry...and yet your sadness shows even more...if you ever reach that point, you're very quickly reaching your breaking point.'

He looked up to the setting sun once again. "Despite my sadness...I still feel so selfish..I should be happy you didn't have to go through all this..." He said, tears slipping from his eyes.

"I think...I want to be forgiven...more than...anything..."

Selfish. He felt so selfish. "I realize now...before...I was crying for my own sorrow...but now...I cry only for them..." He said, walking to the sword and placing a note. He stayed there, watching as the sun set to black and blue. Stars light up the sky, the first time he'd seen them in a long time. Not moving from his spot, he felt a chill creeping into his body.

'You know...It's not like I can't follow you..' He heard, a male's voice breaking the silence. "I know...But I don't want to leave you out here alone again..." He said, staring at the sword. His eyes threatened to cry again. "Zack..." He said, standing up and walking to the sword. "Will you follow...where ever this sword goes?" He asked, not turning around for fear of losing the ghost.

'Yes...that's why I gave it to you...I never wanted to leave your side...Cloud' The ghost said, watching as the blonde took the sword from the ground. "Then...We'll always be together...right?" Cloud asked, holding the sword tightly in his hand. He felt a cold wrap around his waist, a tear falling from his eyes. 'That's right...I'll never have to leave you...and you'll never have to leave me...' Zack said, his ghostly eyes watching the tear fall.

"Good...because maybe then...things will be easier." Cloud smiled, putting the sword in the carrier on his hips. 'You remember...' Zack asked, looking to the flower tied around one of the straps. "Yes...now I won't have to leave either of you again..." Said the man, turning to face the ghost. 'Cloud. Now that we'll always be around...you can see us when you want...' Said a girl beside the wolfish other.

The blonde smiled, starting to walk back to Fenrir. "Good...maybe you two can keep me sane." He smiled, taking off and heading back to Midgar. The flower and sword holding on tight.