He always had a tendency of walking away, disappearing to god knew where for days. When he came back, there was no explanation whatsoever. Only pretence, like nothing had happened, even though he looked more dead than alive every time he returned, beaten, bruised, broken. And what did that make of her? Didn't he know what he did to her every time she woke up alone, in an empty bed?
Rated: K+ - English - Chapters: 1 - Words: 635 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 2 - Published: 7/9/2011 - [Aerith G., Cloud S.] - Complete