Woot another one-shot. I seem to be updating this a lot. Prolly still not off my FFVII high yet.
Theme: Wondering about a better day?
Disclaimer: SquareEnix owns all...
He wonders.
Did he not try hard enough? He had felt languid ever since that incident and when he charged into battle that day, he felt a strange sense of weariness tug at his mind and body. Had he grown tired? Tired of it? Tired of running, tired of fighting, tired of just being him.
He wonders what caused him to become so tired. So unlike himself.
She wonders.
Did she not pray hard enough? After that last phone call and weeks of no responses, she prayed daily, almost hourly for his safe return. Then one year passed. She still prayed, still hoped, still wrote letters, still believed. Then another year passed. As she writes her 44th letter, she remembers that she forgot to pray for him that day. Another year passes. She's tired, so very tired. She still waits, she still has sleepless nights because of dreams about him. The fourth year passes and as she writes her 89th and final letter, she stops. She realizes she hadn't prayed for him in months.
She wonders what caused her to give up on him. To move on.
He wonders.
He wonders how tired she was. He could sense her weariness in the last and only letter he received from her. He wonders how she feels, no, he knows how she feels. He's tired, he can't even lift up his hand anymore. His mind drifts. The sky was blue, so blue. Her eyes were green, so very green. He wonders if he would ever see a color like that again. He feels his heart slowing down. He wonders, when his heart stops would his love for her die as well? He spends the last few moments of his life wondering about the ironies of life.
He wonders why he was given the name of Fair.
She wonders.
Why couldn't she stop thinking about him? She told herself she had moved on. But whenever her blonde, spiky-haired companion flashed that boyish grin of his, she is reminded of him. And when Sephiroth's blade pierced her chest, she found herself wondering if it would've been different if he was here.
She wonders if she would ever see him again.
They wonder.
Why couldn't they find the words they wanted to say? It's been so long, oh so long and all they can do is stare at each other in wonder. Slowly they get closer to each other. They both reach out a hand to touch the other. It's no dream. No words are spoken, they just look at each other and smile.
They wonder what it would feel like to be together forever.
Feedback please? I would like to know if I should continue this or not.
I just realized that all the ones so far are pretty depressing so the next one(if there's a next one) will be happier.
