Long auburn tresses fall down her face as she bows her head, her right hand
moved to the back of her neck, rubbing it slowly. It had indeed become a
very tiring day. She glances around the room seeing if she missed
anything. Boxes piled up near the top of the ceiling; all of them labeled
in black marker, "Reeve Lab Stuff". Green emerald eyes staring down at the
picture she left out on his desk, her wedding picture.
She shook her head and muttered, "It'll never be the same." "What won't?" A voice murmured behind her.
Her back straightened, no one has been in this house exempt herself, for years. A voice she thought she would never hear again. I'm hearing things, it cannot be him, and it'll never be him. He will never come home. She picks the picture up and stares at it a moment longer before she starts to put it in an open box on the chair beside the desk. A hand moves her hair away from her shoulder as it's placed there gently.
"Why are you throwing my things in boxes? Don't you love me anymore?" "Of course I do! Why did you leave me!?"
Tears welled up in those green eyes, mako swirls around them to make them shine a brighter green for a moment before dispersing. She recoiled from the hand and started to curl into a ball to cry. Stopping herself from doing so, right as she was bent over, she straightens slowly.
"My children hate me, they left me because they thought I made you go away."
Hearing no response from the person she wanted to see more than anything, the one person that could fix her problems, her life, she continues. She looks into a freestanding mirror she refused to move from the wall. Her hair was getting longer; it almost reached the end of her shoulder blades. No wrinkles in her face now; the JENOVA cells would not let that happen to her body, instinctively she reaches for the green stone necklace around her neck.
"I live life alone, in torment. without you. without anyone. Aerith left me long ago, my children the same. You left shortly before, whom next! No one, because there is no one."
She turns around to yell at him some more, to see his face. The face that seemed to be burned into her mind so long ago. How much has he changed? Has his face changed, has he done well? Has he been hurt? He should. he hurt me.. only fair..
She was alone; there was no one there. The only footprints embedded
into the dust on the floor were her own. She fell to the floor, tears
streaming down her face, knowing that she was slowly losing her mind
along with life.
She shook her head and muttered, "It'll never be the same." "What won't?" A voice murmured behind her.
Her back straightened, no one has been in this house exempt herself, for years. A voice she thought she would never hear again. I'm hearing things, it cannot be him, and it'll never be him. He will never come home. She picks the picture up and stares at it a moment longer before she starts to put it in an open box on the chair beside the desk. A hand moves her hair away from her shoulder as it's placed there gently.
"Why are you throwing my things in boxes? Don't you love me anymore?" "Of course I do! Why did you leave me!?"
Tears welled up in those green eyes, mako swirls around them to make them shine a brighter green for a moment before dispersing. She recoiled from the hand and started to curl into a ball to cry. Stopping herself from doing so, right as she was bent over, she straightens slowly.
"My children hate me, they left me because they thought I made you go away."
Hearing no response from the person she wanted to see more than anything, the one person that could fix her problems, her life, she continues. She looks into a freestanding mirror she refused to move from the wall. Her hair was getting longer; it almost reached the end of her shoulder blades. No wrinkles in her face now; the JENOVA cells would not let that happen to her body, instinctively she reaches for the green stone necklace around her neck.
"I live life alone, in torment. without you. without anyone. Aerith left me long ago, my children the same. You left shortly before, whom next! No one, because there is no one."
She turns around to yell at him some more, to see his face. The face that seemed to be burned into her mind so long ago. How much has he changed? Has his face changed, has he done well? Has he been hurt? He should. he hurt me.. only fair..
She was alone; there was no one there. The only footprints embedded
into the dust on the floor were her own. She fell to the floor, tears
streaming down her face, knowing that she was slowly losing her mind
along with life.