I think this's the second to the last chapter...haha. :D

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His funeral took place on a late Sunday afternoon, under George's shady leaves, the cinereal sky crying with us as Cloud's body went deeper down the wet earth. My tears kept falling, my body shaking furiously in grief. I felt Zack's strong arms wrap around my shoulder, but even that didn't cheer me up (and to think I told my self that he could always make me happy…) I cried until I couldn't take it anymore, I had to leave. I ran away.

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"Aerith," Mother softly spoke against my closed door, "I think you should start fixing Cloud's belongings over at his house…I know it might be hard for you, but you're the only one who can…"

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I dragged my feet to climb up the stairs of his empty house, thoughts running through my head all at the same time. I was a little afraid, yet the familiarity of the place comforted me in a way.

I entered his cream-colored room, the door making a creaking sound as I opened it. I stood in the middle and just looked around, trying to feel his presence. Cloud…he would probably be on his desk right now…or on top of his bed, engrossed on his PSP…or on the floor in front of the PS2, trying to finish Kingdom Hearts 2 ahead of me. But he wasn't…he's gone…

I swallowed hard, scanning his soundless room once more, and walked towards his half-opened dresser. I told myself I wouldn't cry.

I carefully took his clothes off his dresser, but my eyes can't help but tear up a little. I bit my trembling lower lip, feeling the soft fabrics touching my skin.

Cloud's clothes…his smell… he'll never come home anymore…I won't see him…ever…

I held his garments in my face, the tears slowly falling down my cheeks; my eyes betraying me completely as I sank to the floor. WhyWhy did this have to happen…?! It's unfair…! Cloud…this is unfair!

I struggled to my feet, crying harder as I folded his clothes on top of his bed with shaking hands. It didn't take too long for me to empty his closet.

I walked over to his desk, to gather the things he had left behind, to fix the mess that greatly caught my attention. There were cut-outs, pens, coloring materials, and some other things that were sprawled in top. As I fixed them, I kept help but burn with curiosity. What's he doing with these? Why didn't he tell me about any of this…? The questions just came and came.

And then I found my answer.

Under his mess was a scrapbook, a little old but the crafts in front made it look like it was almost brand new. My body trembled and I started to cry again. On the front was a picture of me and Cloud, my head on his shoulder and him with a goofy smile on his face with his hand doing the peace sign. I remember this…the picture we took before the 4th grade Dance Festival! I turned a few more pages, and saw more. When my ice-cream fell, I had a pouting look on my face and he was laughing his head off (3rd grade); when I was so nervous before a big soccer game (6th grade), he ran to me with a camera in hand and told me, "You can use this as an inspiration, or when you start losing your concentration during the game. And I'll cheer for you until I lose my voice." We had another picture after that victory; when winter came to Besaid (1st year high school), we played in the snow for what seemed like a whole day! We took a picture lying down on the white surface, and another with him giving me a piggy-back ride, my arms wrapped around his neck and his arms under my knees to keep me from falling, our cheeks pink with the freezing weather.

I laughed weakly, sniffling at the same time as I passed more picture-filled pages. My tears fell continuously on the surface of every page. Then a familiar picture landed on my lap. I took it with shaky hands and gasped. It was our grad pic. It was with him all along… I swallowed hard, and attempted to laugh, but it got caught on my throat, it ached.

An envelope fell from the scrapbook, my name written on it in elegant handwriting. My heart beat quickened for some strange reason at the site of this. I tore the other end of it and revealed the letter inside.

Hey, Aerith.

I could hear his voice in my head as if he were reading the letter to me himself.

Happy Graduation! Can you believe we've graduated? Neither can I. Time really does fly, doesn't it? So now you've probably seen the scrapbook. I'm sorry if it's something cheap for a grad present, but I hope you'll like it anyway. I admit it's pretty messy (hey, you know I'm no good with things like this!)… sorry again.

I want to say thank you for all these great memories. We had the best (and the worst) times together. You make me laugh like there's no end, and you make me smile almost every time. Well, maybe seeing YOU smile makes me do the same. You teach me things that I have not yet known, and you tell me things that surprise me most of the time. You support me in every decision I make, and you cheer for me and encourage me. You're my inspiration…

But I can't help but think that I would lose you eventually. When Zack came along, it's like everything changed. You spent more of your time with him, and spoke of him every time we're together. You never said anything, but you made it clear to me that he was way better than I am. I couldn't help but tear up inside. I hate that man. He took you away from me, yet he made you smile like you've never did before. He was able to admit to you his feelings. But I wasn't able to do the same. I was so mad at my self I let it all out on YOU, of all the people. Hurting you was the last thing I wanted to do.

So I apologize…for shouting at you, for being an insensitive idiot, and for hurting you. I didn't mean to, honestly. I'm such a coward for not even apologizing personally. I won't blame you if you avoid me because of my imperfections. And I greatly apologize for not being the best friend I promised to be. I'm really sorry for all the bad things that occurred between us. This's all my fault.

But, Aerith…thank you so much for everything. And I love you way more than you think I do.

Cloud

P.S. Sorry for taking our grad pic. I needed it.

I felt my heart tearing up into pieces. I noticed the wrinkled parts of the paper, and then I knew he was crying when he wrote this.

I clutched the scrapbook, the letter, and our picture in my chest and dropped down on my knees. I was crying harder than I've ever cried before. We'll no longer go to our field…no more laughing sessions…no more teasing…no more jokes…it's all over…

"I'm the stupid one! I'm such a jerk!" I cursed to my self "Aerith, you're the insensitive idiot!"

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Mother worried when I got home, but I went straight to my room, ignoring her calls for my name. I knew she only cared for me, but I prefer to be alone right now.

That night, I drowned my self with my tears, not being able to get a blink of sleep. I was so angry with my self. How could I be so cruel…?!

"Cloud…I'm so sorry…!" I choked. "I'm so sorry…!"

I didn't go to school for days after that.

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I'm sorry for killing Cloud. Believe me, my friends wanted to murder (or...almost murdered) me when I did that. Why? Because it would be too common if Aerith dies. Again. Well...you get my point:)