Chapter One
Sweet lips, like chocolate they were, so soft and gentle. Lusciously filled with the taste of nectar, similar to those eyes I adored so much. They purged my body with that silent feeling of peace, once more letting me realize that truth, the only truth.
That I loved her.
No one could take us apart, in death or by distance. We'd always remain truthful, wholly dependent on one another-never to let infidelity's hold take grasp. I would let it happen, like it was possible, but she did. Not by a man, sadly not by a man.
But by death.
Yes...Death. That word, that pestilence. She had no other choice but to go, and leave me behind. Holding her body, screaming for one more breath.
But there was none, only that loud, terrorizing silence. So loud, so strong. I could not sustain the pain that the silence brought. So I filled the silence with noise...
Screams upon screams, roars upon roars. The city watched me mourn in prolonged sorrow, for I never left that moment of lamentation.
For Despair is what she had left me.
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She left the rooftop, leaping straight down with ease, as if a cat. She was like one, so small, yet so strong in her legs, for more than one obvious purpose. She was a jumper, and once a very frequent runner. Her days of thievery have been over for months now, she was kind, yet not so energetic as the past would only wish to not recall. She was a calm women, something had changed within her, she hadn't told me about. I could see that more manifestly.
She was aplomb in all things, except in me. Quiet but quite a conversationalist, she was the only women to intrigue me so. And now that she had given her past life away, denounced her past as a ninja, only to be with me. She was a lover, the lover of my soul. All that could be said in an instant by her consistent pronunciations of love, always looming around, as if like a hunter.
Similarly, they were her arrows, the ammunition of her rifle. She would say that, over and over again, 'I love you, Valentine.' Love, I jumped to that sound! Sweet and simple, unabridged and belated.
Yes, belated. Why do I say that? She loved me before we even really knew each other. That was the sad thing. She knew my love for her could last for an eternity, yet she wanted to wait. For what? I wish I knew, but past interactions with women could only help me so far, so I decided to wait. Wait because of what? I didn't know, perhaps because of her uncertainty, whatever that you could think of, every problem and obstacle...from my past love to the previous universally threatening force, obstacle upon obstacle; impediment causing more anger, frustration and every little thorn that lied upon that rose of happiness.
Every little obstruction, preventing us to even consider us. Yes, we loved each other, but that is besides the point, that main acme of lovers was only if destiny allowed it so, which afterwards permitted very transparently.
I had decided to help rebuild that lost city, once deranged and cruel. Where children would die by street corners and men and women would raise their child in riches, only to become what their past generation was, haughtiness personified. To laugh at a table, with the gut of a ocean, and speaking of the devilries he had once done.
I was disgusted at the thought of Midgar destroyed. Would it be just chaos? Politically and physically? Or would there even be any remaining citizens, still loyal to their home, wrecked and forever scarred? Those two thoughts, both covered by the negativity of my reluctance to change.
That was another encumbrance to me, change. Things change, I know that, but accepting it was never my strengthened aspect of life. Lucrecia was my past, Yuffie was my change, my permanent change. Yes, I forgot of Lucrecia, my past life, my once beloved.
Now, only to be thought of as the original past. Now, Yuffie was the beginning of my future, she wasn't a lascivious fluke, or even somewhat licentious. She was an undeviating aspect of my life, even if slightly considered harmonious or congruous, she had to fit within that last vacant puzzle piece. It would be then that I would find and eternally contain that peace within existence. That complete love embodied within that person, and with the other. I was that person.
The other was Yuffie.
From the cognizant choices I had once made, they had all changed the vivacity of my life, and what was left of it. Yet, she was the citadel of my vivacious future, lead by her, triumphantly marching onward, leading the many people that I could be. The parade of personality, both naive and erudite; a varied many, molding the heart of a vampire.
She pared me into the man that I am now, not entirely disparate, but enough for her satisfaction, no, her enjoyment. She'd love me no matter what, just as I had loved her viraginous nature. So ardent, so sensationalistic, it was an impossibility for me not to love her!
She was my total opposite, which in turn created a volatile nature within my dead heart. Care once had existed there; yet died with time. Something that dare not wish to recall upon, my disastrous past. I could never do as such, shame her to the point of rejection. In fear that she would? Verily, for the truth would set her free.
Free to close that rose, shutting me out, and release those thorns.
I would never tell her, those mountains knew, so did those plains of green. The breeze knew, pushing me that morning to just tell her one more understandable, but lurid clandestinity. Would she be reasonable? Or incomprehensible? I would occasionally promise myself when thought; I'd tell her someday.
I would repeat that sentence, but the bold word would always stand before the neighboring words, stating proud, but threateningly its being. Someday, is that wrong? I wouldn't tell her immediately, something that I have been wary of because of my past cognizance.
Best I'd leave it as that, 'someday.' It didn't sound as wrong as it once did. For I have been holding this truth for so long, it has become a common instinct. Holding truth, that is. Until that one moment where she would beg. Pleading with me for an answer, for the actual truth.
Would I hold it then?
Only time could tell.
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With that jump from the rooftop, only reminding me of that past she could only wish to forget, she bid me goodbye. Just to that field of endless pleasure, that plain of green, that could spread until the end of infinity. She was like those cougars, running with strategy and a weapon, no longer the arrow of the Ninja, but the Arrow. A rifle that had lost its simplicity with the touch of a mechanic. It was once my gun, my treasure, only to become the property of my lover.
Which she was very fond of.
She was so proud of it, to the silver gleam, to the preciseness of its fire. It was a light machine, contrasted to the previous weapon of obligation. She enjoyed it, usually patrolling the other side of Midgar, light on the amount of the cannibals, children could only refer to them as.
Sephiroth's henchmen, the locust of wheat; these names were among the most trite. It would be usually heard in midst of a crowd, either gathering for rations or Midgarian Council. Midgarian council was the gaudily named meetings of Midgar, primarily to discuss rebuilding methods and plans, other use would change over time. They'd be even more extravagantly assembled when these occasions arrived, only to then strike. It was very rare to find anyone dead, though it did happen.
It would be religiously exemplified like this: the child (in most cases) would lie by the monster, eaten slowly by that snarling beast, only to have the father shooting it dead, or leaving like a lone wolf, only to die another day.
The mother would run to the child's aid, believing to be still alive; finding the cold body, eyes still opened while the chest had already been pilfered, disturbingly quick and hollow. The depression that lied within that chest would only be accepted by the father, fatal.
"May the god that be within the firmaments that could only be hallow! Don't take my child!" She was screaming, panting, as if running for miles for something so valued, so powerfully important to her life, only to find it gone. To find it destroyed.
To find it...dead.
The sight of blood would signify that; I'd cringe at the sight. The mother, now weeping, holding the child's face ever so tight. Her mouth had been open for such long periods of time, as if trying to breathe, only to realize; there was no longer any purpose to do so.
The father, trying to persuade her to let go. But she wouldn't; She couldn't. I was so relevantly distraught, for them, and as in the future, for my lover.
As the citizens, watching in horror at that picture. Only to call there children hither, both plebian and noble; while I'd stand and watch the children come close to the mothers of Midgar, while some other children would remain absent, until found by a gentlemen in a horrendous state.
Or by even more horrid beasts, wanting a meal of flesh, either putrid or still palatable.
Yet, I sadly most admit, I can be much worse. Like the few nights before this one, a night that Midgar would never forget. The construction and deconstruction of the towering levels, establishing the difference of the slums, and the plate was scheduled to be destroyed. This architectural achievement would be taken apart, only to expand outward, rather than grow upward.
It was a celebration, the town could only think of it as that. The finest wines to the cheapest dews of alcohol were ordered, even the guards were drunk.
Yuffie could only think of protecting the drunkards generously, obligating me to assist...
"I just don't get this. Why do this now? When these demons are so desirable for blood? Is there any sense in that?!" She'd explode with that pestering topic on mind. Their actions were detestable, I could only agree.
"What about the children? What about them?" That question would rotate itself around her words, always breaking that silence of the night with: 'what about the children?'
She was the bringer of death, holding the grip of that gun so tight. The moonlight was the only source of light, her only aid. The gun reflected that light like a mirror, hence, the reason of bestowing it to her.
That green overcoat, covering the silky material that she wore as a skirt; long and versatile, perfectly adapted for her continuous movement, fast and slow. The moon would only glisten in two things, the gun, and the round blue stone she wore around her neck. Always glowing a different color than what originally colored, but only when the intensity of the moment would have a sudden change. It was glowing a bright red now, only to be reflected by the pistol.
She saw it; calmly moving her index finger to the trigger, pulling it up with speed, not haste. I looked to her face, releasing the hold of my gun; her eyes darted back to me, wondering.
It was that look, the look of understanding. Only she could see what I had seen.
I see it.
Then bang, two shots. I jumped with that agility only the young could possess, reaching for her hand. There they were. She gave me her hand as I gripped it tightly. She curled herself within the pit of my chest, legs dangling within the air's bewilderment. Bewildered air? Only I could fool such an element. The bullets target had been acquired, but not killed, she knew that much. What she had not known was of the speed of the locomotive that was panting from behind her at an atrociously disastrous speed.
The walls that stood close together in that alley were my only means of staying airborne, by jumping of one, onto another. Flipping with that acrobatic skill onto the next jump, while still airborne.
She had known of this ability, but hadn't gotten use to the jerking of each twist I'd make. I quickly sheathed my one rifle that I had grown accustomed to, while attempting to hold her with more force, I failed.
She plummeted down like that destructive force Midgar could only hope to heal after, but the outcome of that fall would not even happen. For I jumped downward to grab her, still trusting me, and yes, very much gracious. I grabbed her hand, pulling her up flippantly unintentionally. I was like that squirrel that she'd watch ever morn, while I'd wait for that cold morning breeze, excessively jumping rooftop to rooftop, while she'd watch while each plaudit would follow every trick. No one was clapping for me.
I reached my last barrier of bricks, pushing myself off it, towards the nearest window. She saw my next move, retrieved her cased pistol, and shot the window five times. The wind that followed the swift jump shattered the glass before my entering, as she let go, landing with ease.
She amazed me. For my landing was harsh, for momentum still followed me, causing the huge crash between plaster walls. The few seconds, I lost my awareness from the severity of the impact. She laughed at my position, helping me to regain thought.
"How did you know? How do you always know!" Her demands would be replied with an austere explanation, and smile. "That simple, huh?" Yet my chance to answer was replaced with the scream of a child.
It was high, at the climatic height of a child's voice, otherwise clearly caused by fear.
She didn't respond-there wasn't a chance to do so anyway. Her mind could only think of how to get there before the most horrid outcome might occur. She ran, with the momentum of the mountain cougar, jumping straight out from the window, only to land by a simple spin of gravity. Otherwise recalled by the ninja of Yuffie, still able and quick.
I regained my posture within the moment of noticing movement on Yuffie's part. She would inevitably need me, either to save her once more, or to comfort her when all could seem lost. We jumped in unison, like the birds taking flight, only she was that dove, white and without iniquity. Instead I was that hawk, full of wisdom, yet past so mysteriously shrouded that men could only see me as the demon of night.
I jumped with that speed once more, only to use the helm of my gun to grab the windowsill while flying within air's grasp. I slid down this time, only to see her agility outweigh my own. She was already at the corner. I jumped into that road, were the two attackers lied dead. Whimpering, as I shot it once more, now dead.
I ran as fast as my legs would permit, down the alley, around that blind corner, only to see her aiming, both hands on the gun's handle.
She said something, small but perceptible by my ears. Fire-three.
I watched in awe as the huge blast of fire exploded from the pistol's barrel. Before it lied a little girl, while a hog, an enormous hog only to be classified as monster, his teeth were covered with that unwanted color, red.
The bullet was a bombardment of flames, only eating at the corruption that could only have the heart to do such cruelty; something desperately trying to survive, only now to see its last meal.
It had disintegrated within that flame, that flame of fate. Her bullet was the only relief she could feel in that moment, that instant of sheer realization of abhorrent destiny; the destiny of a child, the end of a babe.
She cried for days, whenever referring to or even suggesting that loathsome night. She'd lie with me, crying in that chair where I'd sit in the home I had acquired. She couldn't sustain herself, only relying upon my comfort, where as I always there.
"I would have died for her... I could have been there..." Her statements always hinted at that desired reply, the sobs and sniffles followed by the embracing that could kill a man, emphasized on it. The tragedy of one, befell upon another. Only left me wishing for something... Something that wouldn't last...
For nothing ever does...
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"Yuffie!!!" Those mountains still rang the same voice, and those sobs as I drowned in my own tears. "How could you do this to me!!"
Yet no answer, only those sobs, followed by even louder sobs that the plains would echo in ever slope, in ever crevice. Only to prove my plot even more real.
The grass blew back and forth as everything turned to gray, leaving me to die with the aching desire for my lover.
Now only a corpse among the cold morning breeze.
Sweet lips, like chocolate they were, so soft and gentle. Lusciously filled with the taste of nectar, similar to those eyes I adored so much. They purged my body with that silent feeling of peace, once more letting me realize that truth, the only truth.
That I loved her.
No one could take us apart, in death or by distance. We'd always remain truthful, wholly dependent on one another-never to let infidelity's hold take grasp. I would let it happen, like it was possible, but she did. Not by a man, sadly not by a man.
But by death.
Yes...Death. That word, that pestilence. She had no other choice but to go, and leave me behind. Holding her body, screaming for one more breath.
But there was none, only that loud, terrorizing silence. So loud, so strong. I could not sustain the pain that the silence brought. So I filled the silence with noise...
Screams upon screams, roars upon roars. The city watched me mourn in prolonged sorrow, for I never left that moment of lamentation.
For Despair is what she had left me.
____
Ù
She left the rooftop, leaping straight down with ease, as if a cat. She was like one, so small, yet so strong in her legs, for more than one obvious purpose. She was a jumper, and once a very frequent runner. Her days of thievery have been over for months now, she was kind, yet not so energetic as the past would only wish to not recall. She was a calm women, something had changed within her, she hadn't told me about. I could see that more manifestly.
She was aplomb in all things, except in me. Quiet but quite a conversationalist, she was the only women to intrigue me so. And now that she had given her past life away, denounced her past as a ninja, only to be with me. She was a lover, the lover of my soul. All that could be said in an instant by her consistent pronunciations of love, always looming around, as if like a hunter.
Similarly, they were her arrows, the ammunition of her rifle. She would say that, over and over again, 'I love you, Valentine.' Love, I jumped to that sound! Sweet and simple, unabridged and belated.
Yes, belated. Why do I say that? She loved me before we even really knew each other. That was the sad thing. She knew my love for her could last for an eternity, yet she wanted to wait. For what? I wish I knew, but past interactions with women could only help me so far, so I decided to wait. Wait because of what? I didn't know, perhaps because of her uncertainty, whatever that you could think of, every problem and obstacle...from my past love to the previous universally threatening force, obstacle upon obstacle; impediment causing more anger, frustration and every little thorn that lied upon that rose of happiness.
Every little obstruction, preventing us to even consider us. Yes, we loved each other, but that is besides the point, that main acme of lovers was only if destiny allowed it so, which afterwards permitted very transparently.
I had decided to help rebuild that lost city, once deranged and cruel. Where children would die by street corners and men and women would raise their child in riches, only to become what their past generation was, haughtiness personified. To laugh at a table, with the gut of a ocean, and speaking of the devilries he had once done.
I was disgusted at the thought of Midgar destroyed. Would it be just chaos? Politically and physically? Or would there even be any remaining citizens, still loyal to their home, wrecked and forever scarred? Those two thoughts, both covered by the negativity of my reluctance to change.
That was another encumbrance to me, change. Things change, I know that, but accepting it was never my strengthened aspect of life. Lucrecia was my past, Yuffie was my change, my permanent change. Yes, I forgot of Lucrecia, my past life, my once beloved.
Now, only to be thought of as the original past. Now, Yuffie was the beginning of my future, she wasn't a lascivious fluke, or even somewhat licentious. She was an undeviating aspect of my life, even if slightly considered harmonious or congruous, she had to fit within that last vacant puzzle piece. It would be then that I would find and eternally contain that peace within existence. That complete love embodied within that person, and with the other. I was that person.
The other was Yuffie.
From the cognizant choices I had once made, they had all changed the vivacity of my life, and what was left of it. Yet, she was the citadel of my vivacious future, lead by her, triumphantly marching onward, leading the many people that I could be. The parade of personality, both naive and erudite; a varied many, molding the heart of a vampire.
She pared me into the man that I am now, not entirely disparate, but enough for her satisfaction, no, her enjoyment. She'd love me no matter what, just as I had loved her viraginous nature. So ardent, so sensationalistic, it was an impossibility for me not to love her!
She was my total opposite, which in turn created a volatile nature within my dead heart. Care once had existed there; yet died with time. Something that dare not wish to recall upon, my disastrous past. I could never do as such, shame her to the point of rejection. In fear that she would? Verily, for the truth would set her free.
Free to close that rose, shutting me out, and release those thorns.
I would never tell her, those mountains knew, so did those plains of green. The breeze knew, pushing me that morning to just tell her one more understandable, but lurid clandestinity. Would she be reasonable? Or incomprehensible? I would occasionally promise myself when thought; I'd tell her someday.
I would repeat that sentence, but the bold word would always stand before the neighboring words, stating proud, but threateningly its being. Someday, is that wrong? I wouldn't tell her immediately, something that I have been wary of because of my past cognizance.
Best I'd leave it as that, 'someday.' It didn't sound as wrong as it once did. For I have been holding this truth for so long, it has become a common instinct. Holding truth, that is. Until that one moment where she would beg. Pleading with me for an answer, for the actual truth.
Would I hold it then?
Only time could tell.
_______________________________________________________________
With that jump from the rooftop, only reminding me of that past she could only wish to forget, she bid me goodbye. Just to that field of endless pleasure, that plain of green, that could spread until the end of infinity. She was like those cougars, running with strategy and a weapon, no longer the arrow of the Ninja, but the Arrow. A rifle that had lost its simplicity with the touch of a mechanic. It was once my gun, my treasure, only to become the property of my lover.
Which she was very fond of.
She was so proud of it, to the silver gleam, to the preciseness of its fire. It was a light machine, contrasted to the previous weapon of obligation. She enjoyed it, usually patrolling the other side of Midgar, light on the amount of the cannibals, children could only refer to them as.
Sephiroth's henchmen, the locust of wheat; these names were among the most trite. It would be usually heard in midst of a crowd, either gathering for rations or Midgarian Council. Midgarian council was the gaudily named meetings of Midgar, primarily to discuss rebuilding methods and plans, other use would change over time. They'd be even more extravagantly assembled when these occasions arrived, only to then strike. It was very rare to find anyone dead, though it did happen.
It would be religiously exemplified like this: the child (in most cases) would lie by the monster, eaten slowly by that snarling beast, only to have the father shooting it dead, or leaving like a lone wolf, only to die another day.
The mother would run to the child's aid, believing to be still alive; finding the cold body, eyes still opened while the chest had already been pilfered, disturbingly quick and hollow. The depression that lied within that chest would only be accepted by the father, fatal.
"May the god that be within the firmaments that could only be hallow! Don't take my child!" She was screaming, panting, as if running for miles for something so valued, so powerfully important to her life, only to find it gone. To find it destroyed.
To find it...dead.
The sight of blood would signify that; I'd cringe at the sight. The mother, now weeping, holding the child's face ever so tight. Her mouth had been open for such long periods of time, as if trying to breathe, only to realize; there was no longer any purpose to do so.
The father, trying to persuade her to let go. But she wouldn't; She couldn't. I was so relevantly distraught, for them, and as in the future, for my lover.
As the citizens, watching in horror at that picture. Only to call there children hither, both plebian and noble; while I'd stand and watch the children come close to the mothers of Midgar, while some other children would remain absent, until found by a gentlemen in a horrendous state.
Or by even more horrid beasts, wanting a meal of flesh, either putrid or still palatable.
Yet, I sadly most admit, I can be much worse. Like the few nights before this one, a night that Midgar would never forget. The construction and deconstruction of the towering levels, establishing the difference of the slums, and the plate was scheduled to be destroyed. This architectural achievement would be taken apart, only to expand outward, rather than grow upward.
It was a celebration, the town could only think of it as that. The finest wines to the cheapest dews of alcohol were ordered, even the guards were drunk.
Yuffie could only think of protecting the drunkards generously, obligating me to assist...
"I just don't get this. Why do this now? When these demons are so desirable for blood? Is there any sense in that?!" She'd explode with that pestering topic on mind. Their actions were detestable, I could only agree.
"What about the children? What about them?" That question would rotate itself around her words, always breaking that silence of the night with: 'what about the children?'
She was the bringer of death, holding the grip of that gun so tight. The moonlight was the only source of light, her only aid. The gun reflected that light like a mirror, hence, the reason of bestowing it to her.
That green overcoat, covering the silky material that she wore as a skirt; long and versatile, perfectly adapted for her continuous movement, fast and slow. The moon would only glisten in two things, the gun, and the round blue stone she wore around her neck. Always glowing a different color than what originally colored, but only when the intensity of the moment would have a sudden change. It was glowing a bright red now, only to be reflected by the pistol.
She saw it; calmly moving her index finger to the trigger, pulling it up with speed, not haste. I looked to her face, releasing the hold of my gun; her eyes darted back to me, wondering.
It was that look, the look of understanding. Only she could see what I had seen.
I see it.
Then bang, two shots. I jumped with that agility only the young could possess, reaching for her hand. There they were. She gave me her hand as I gripped it tightly. She curled herself within the pit of my chest, legs dangling within the air's bewilderment. Bewildered air? Only I could fool such an element. The bullets target had been acquired, but not killed, she knew that much. What she had not known was of the speed of the locomotive that was panting from behind her at an atrociously disastrous speed.
The walls that stood close together in that alley were my only means of staying airborne, by jumping of one, onto another. Flipping with that acrobatic skill onto the next jump, while still airborne.
She had known of this ability, but hadn't gotten use to the jerking of each twist I'd make. I quickly sheathed my one rifle that I had grown accustomed to, while attempting to hold her with more force, I failed.
She plummeted down like that destructive force Midgar could only hope to heal after, but the outcome of that fall would not even happen. For I jumped downward to grab her, still trusting me, and yes, very much gracious. I grabbed her hand, pulling her up flippantly unintentionally. I was like that squirrel that she'd watch ever morn, while I'd wait for that cold morning breeze, excessively jumping rooftop to rooftop, while she'd watch while each plaudit would follow every trick. No one was clapping for me.
I reached my last barrier of bricks, pushing myself off it, towards the nearest window. She saw my next move, retrieved her cased pistol, and shot the window five times. The wind that followed the swift jump shattered the glass before my entering, as she let go, landing with ease.
She amazed me. For my landing was harsh, for momentum still followed me, causing the huge crash between plaster walls. The few seconds, I lost my awareness from the severity of the impact. She laughed at my position, helping me to regain thought.
"How did you know? How do you always know!" Her demands would be replied with an austere explanation, and smile. "That simple, huh?" Yet my chance to answer was replaced with the scream of a child.
It was high, at the climatic height of a child's voice, otherwise clearly caused by fear.
She didn't respond-there wasn't a chance to do so anyway. Her mind could only think of how to get there before the most horrid outcome might occur. She ran, with the momentum of the mountain cougar, jumping straight out from the window, only to land by a simple spin of gravity. Otherwise recalled by the ninja of Yuffie, still able and quick.
I regained my posture within the moment of noticing movement on Yuffie's part. She would inevitably need me, either to save her once more, or to comfort her when all could seem lost. We jumped in unison, like the birds taking flight, only she was that dove, white and without iniquity. Instead I was that hawk, full of wisdom, yet past so mysteriously shrouded that men could only see me as the demon of night.
I jumped with that speed once more, only to use the helm of my gun to grab the windowsill while flying within air's grasp. I slid down this time, only to see her agility outweigh my own. She was already at the corner. I jumped into that road, were the two attackers lied dead. Whimpering, as I shot it once more, now dead.
I ran as fast as my legs would permit, down the alley, around that blind corner, only to see her aiming, both hands on the gun's handle.
She said something, small but perceptible by my ears. Fire-three.
I watched in awe as the huge blast of fire exploded from the pistol's barrel. Before it lied a little girl, while a hog, an enormous hog only to be classified as monster, his teeth were covered with that unwanted color, red.
The bullet was a bombardment of flames, only eating at the corruption that could only have the heart to do such cruelty; something desperately trying to survive, only now to see its last meal.
It had disintegrated within that flame, that flame of fate. Her bullet was the only relief she could feel in that moment, that instant of sheer realization of abhorrent destiny; the destiny of a child, the end of a babe.
She cried for days, whenever referring to or even suggesting that loathsome night. She'd lie with me, crying in that chair where I'd sit in the home I had acquired. She couldn't sustain herself, only relying upon my comfort, where as I always there.
"I would have died for her... I could have been there..." Her statements always hinted at that desired reply, the sobs and sniffles followed by the embracing that could kill a man, emphasized on it. The tragedy of one, befell upon another. Only left me wishing for something... Something that wouldn't last...
For nothing ever does...
_________________________________________________________________
"Yuffie!!!" Those mountains still rang the same voice, and those sobs as I drowned in my own tears. "How could you do this to me!!"
Yet no answer, only those sobs, followed by even louder sobs that the plains would echo in ever slope, in ever crevice. Only to prove my plot even more real.
The grass blew back and forth as everything turned to gray, leaving me to die with the aching desire for my lover.
Now only a corpse among the cold morning breeze.