The High Autumn Sky



We laid back, she and I, in the soft, cool, September grass, gazing up into the high autumn sky. It was about 4 o' clock I guess, time gets past you during times like those. 'It sure is beautiful out here,' I said with a sigh. It was the end of summer, but that mattered little. The sky was marred with that awful inferno anyway, and would have been so no matter what time of year it was. Sephiroth just happened to wait for the saddest time of year. Though actually, I think that was fate. Fate is cruel like that sometimes. 'Just think, in another few weeks, we'll need jackets. Sure is nice out now though.' Lucrecia said nothing, just lied there, gazing up at the sky. She was like that sometimes. Quiet, but she always knew what was going on. She was a watcher, always listening, thinking, internalizing. Now that I think about it, I kinda am too. Quiet, I mean. Not the way people generally think, with this claw and all it's hard to be the life of the party. No, I'm just generally quiet. 'We're a lot alike, ya know that Lucrecia?' Once again, silence. Just as well, I suppose, who wants to wreck this beautiful afternoon with a lot of noise anyway? Sometimes silence is all you really need. And besides, it isn't that awkward silence you have between people you don't know, oh, I know that all too well. The silence of gaping stares, hushed gasps, wide eyes. Yes, I know that silence. And the one of awkward glances, shifting, disgusted politeness. But I digress. It's nice out. I shouldn't think to much. But I do. I can't help it. Very few people understand me, so I guess that why I talk to myself so much. It really isn't healthy I hear.

Turning my head, I gazed off into the distance, at the rows and rows of wheat, golden colored, waving like an amber ocean in the gentle fall breeze. The world is awfully pretty, when you actually sit around and really look at it. Especially when you know it might not be there in a few days. 'Lucrecia', I said, turning my head to gaze into her gorgeous eyes, 'Where did it all go? Where did our lives, our hopes, our dreams go?'
This time she registered me, and responded by turning her head, and smiling sadly at me. So beautiful. God is she beautiful. Her eyes were teary and she looked as though she was going to cry for all our lost years, taken from us but the hands others. 'Don't cry Lucrecia, even if we've been scattered on the wind, we're still together, you and I. The world can be ours, at least for these last few days. Thats why I'm going to fight. Tomorrow. Because the world is so beautiful, if you really look, and I want to stay here with you, and enjoy it with you. I want to take back all those years.......,' at that moment Lucrecia put her finger to my lips and smiled. Then she pointed up at the sky and waved good-bye. 'Oh....time to go Luc?' I said sadly. I waved back as she prepared to go. 'I wish you could stay....' She smiled and blew me a kiss as if to say, it'll be all right, and then she disappeared into the high autumn sky.