Sorrowful Memories

Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own Final Fantasy 7 and its characters. I do, however, own the original characters and idea in this story. That's all. Thank you for reading this. Now please enjoy the story.


Chapter Three

Skye awoke to the sound of his alarm going off. The nineteen year old sighed and rolled over onto his stomach, not wanting to get up. But he knew he had to. His mother and sister would not let him sleep the day away, even though he wished they would. He sighed and rolled back onto his back, slowly sitting up and running a hand through his messy blond locks as he sighed yet again. He was not a morning person, unlike his mother and sister. His father, who wasn't around that often, had no choice but to be a morning person.

Mr. Strife worked hard to keep his family alive and well. That all their needs would sated and that they were happy. Even if he didn't always get to see them until after he got off of work or had a day off. Skye didn't care, though. It wasn't like he and his father were that close. With Mr. Strife always working, there really wasn't anytime for the two to bond.

It wasn't that Skye hated his father. It was just that he didn't really know him nor care to know him. He was happy with just his mother and sister. He yawned, snapping out of his thoughts and pushed the covers off of him and got a fresh change of clothes. He then went about his morning ritual which involved waking up with a refreshing shower, eating breakfast, then planning his day. Life was so boring. Nothing ever interested happened. He sighed as he got out of the shower and toweled himself off before dressing and bringing his dirty clothes to the laundry room. His mother stopped him when he came into the kitchen, an odd look on her face.

"Something came in the mail for you, Skye. I don't recognize the address. Did you somehow meet a new friend?" She asked, tilting her head as she held the unopened letter in her hand. Skye blinked and stared at it, nearly dropping his dirty clothes in surprise. Skye didn't have any many friends, so he never received mail. So this was something new and odd for him. He swapped his dirty clothes for the letter and stared down at it.

It had simple but pretty hand writing that screamed feminine. He didn't recognize the address either or even the town it came from. Curious about what it said, he opened the letter and started reading and stared as he read it again and again, trying to understand it.

Dear Skye Strife,

I know this must a strange letter for you to receive, but I hope you will carefully read each and every word I pour onto the paper. It's important, not only to me, but to the rest of the world. I know you don't know me, but I have a request of you. I keep having dreams of something I wasn't alive for. Pain, happiness, sorrow... all kinds of emotions that don't seem to belong to me. And memories that aren't mine. I don't know how to explain it but I know you're in the same boat. That you're having weird dreams too. I hear a voice in my mind sometimes, but it's clearer in my dreams. It urges me to meet you. That something bad is going to happen but it won't tell me what it is. I only know of your name and existence due to the dreams.

If for some reason these dreams are not real and that you don't exist, then I guess this letter was in vain. But I hope, no, I pray that this letter reaches you in time before something bad happens to you or to the rest of the world. All I ask is that you meet me in the ruins of Midgar. I think things will make more sense, to the both of us, once we've met in person. I look forward to meeting you.

Yours forever,

Melanie Hope

Skye blinked, trying to focus on what this meant. He didn't say a word, taking the letter and crumpling it up and fleeing to his room. The paper smelled of flowers and some kind of perfume. Was this some kind of prank? The ruins of Midgar? Some kind of danger? Surely there was a mistake.

He poured over the letter for what seemed like hours before falling asleep. He was strangely tired. The letter remained clutched in his hand as he slept, sitting up where he had fallen asleep pouring over it.


Author's Note: How's that for an exciting twist? He finally gets the letter! Who is this Melanie Hope? Will Skye go meet her in the ruins of Midgar? Or will he simply ignore this letter? That's for you to find out in the next chapter! Stay tuned. Don't forget to review. Also, I apologize that this chapter is so short. I'll try to make them a little longer from now on. XD