.:: Chapter 3: An Understanding ::.
"So.. Let me get this straight..." Cloud glanced at me, pale and blue. "Your not you.. Your, your past, and I'm my past??" I sighed and nodded. Why did I tell him..? He'll never understand... But just maybe...
"I'm not my past. I'm me! I'm Aeris! Your who I met, your Cloud. Your Cloud's past. His memories of what happened when we met." I was getting frustrated. It was no use, Cloud didn't understand. "Cloud.. Listen, ok? Just listen." We were sitting down on my bed. I could hear my mother bustling around in the kitchen, cooking supper. He nodded, intent on figuring out what was going on. For about an hour I explain the events leading up to The Forgotten City and Sephiroth. "He wants me away from you. The only way he could do it without killing me was to make it seem like I was dead to you, but to throw me back here. Do you understand at all Cloud?"
"Yes, I mean, I think. I mean... What do we do?" He scratched his head.
"I've got to get to the Forgotten City." I stated, then stood up and moved over to a mirror. "I've got to be with you, I've got to help you. Meteor will destroy the earth if I don't. I can't use Holy now, my materia fell from my hair ribbon, it's in the water, under the alter." The memories of that night came flooding back to. Cloud, his sword raised above my head. The screams of Tifa and Yuffie. The look on Cloud's face when he saw Sephiroth falling from above. The sound of metal and flesh clashing together. The agonizing pain. It was too real. Was this just a game?? A small part in a major scheme. This was all to much. for the first time I felt I really was in over my head. The room began to spin. Cloud became just a blur, mixed in with the other spinning items in my room.
"So.. Let me get this straight..." Cloud glanced at me, pale and blue. "Your not you.. Your, your past, and I'm my past??" I sighed and nodded. Why did I tell him..? He'll never understand... But just maybe...
"I'm not my past. I'm me! I'm Aeris! Your who I met, your Cloud. Your Cloud's past. His memories of what happened when we met." I was getting frustrated. It was no use, Cloud didn't understand. "Cloud.. Listen, ok? Just listen." We were sitting down on my bed. I could hear my mother bustling around in the kitchen, cooking supper. He nodded, intent on figuring out what was going on. For about an hour I explain the events leading up to The Forgotten City and Sephiroth. "He wants me away from you. The only way he could do it without killing me was to make it seem like I was dead to you, but to throw me back here. Do you understand at all Cloud?"
"Yes, I mean, I think. I mean... What do we do?" He scratched his head.
"I've got to get to the Forgotten City." I stated, then stood up and moved over to a mirror. "I've got to be with you, I've got to help you. Meteor will destroy the earth if I don't. I can't use Holy now, my materia fell from my hair ribbon, it's in the water, under the alter." The memories of that night came flooding back to. Cloud, his sword raised above my head. The screams of Tifa and Yuffie. The look on Cloud's face when he saw Sephiroth falling from above. The sound of metal and flesh clashing together. The agonizing pain. It was too real. Was this just a game?? A small part in a major scheme. This was all to much. for the first time I felt I really was in over my head. The room began to spin. Cloud became just a blur, mixed in with the other spinning items in my room.