A/N: Hmm, I noticed that my last drabbles are slightly longer than most of them. I guess my inspiration has come back again, so I'm not complaining.
Special thanks to xxcrossbonezxx, for your awesome review. :)
Y. - Years
The air was cloudless and had never been as blue as today before, and it smelled like fresh grass and sweet apples. Actually, it always did here. That was because of the huge tree that was once planted here. Angeal had been right about one thing. It really had the most delicious apples in them.
Zack was sitting on the soft grass, his eyes closed. He just enjoyed sitting there and doing nothing for a change. He couldn't even remember the last time he hadn't done nothing but sit and enjoy the weather. It had probably been with her, anyway.
The singing of the birds made him a little drowsy and lazy. He was still awake, though, too busy with thinking of that one person who seemed to cross his mind a lot lately. Aerith Gainsborough, the woman he had mistaken for an angel when they had met for the very first time. It was probably because he hadn't seen her for quite some time. He was actually really missing her.
Zack sighed, wearily. He hadn't seen her for...how long again?
"Let's see," he muttered, as he desperately tried to remember it.
Zack's mind seemed to work ultra slow today. It even seemed that it didn't want to remember how long he hadn't seen her. He lazily opened his eyes and scratched the back of his head, but stopped doing so as soon as he realized something.
Wait, was it really for four years already? What had he been doing during all those years that he didn't even realize this? Four friggin' years! You could easily call that an eternity, so it just had to change, and soon!
He wouldn't mind changing it now, but unfortunately, first things were first, as always. He hated choosing between his job and a girl, but he had no other choice. He wouldn't stay here for long, because he still had more work to do.
He just hoped he wouldn't be too late. What if she already had found another guy? One who wasn't a SOLDIER, and a monster? What if he would never see her again?
He shook his head in an attempt to get rid of the negative thoughts. This was going nowhere. He shouldn't go down that road again. What was he thinking? Aerith just wasn't like that and it certainly wouldn't help to think such stupid thoughts of never being able to see her again. Like he would suddenly die, or something. He wasn't even 30 years old yet. He was far too young to die!
Besides, he knew very well how to defend himself by now. Angeal had learned him all kinds of tricks and other stuff. There was no enemy that could kill him that easily...unless they would attack with one billion and something people. It was probably the smell of the air and the singing of those birds that made him think of weird things.
A/N: Hope you liked it, even when I used dramatic irony in this chapter. Only one chapter to go. :)