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Aftermath



Things are different now. No one is the same, and yet nothing changes. Four years have passed since the final battle, yet still I fight on. There is no rest for the weary.


Tifa still runs a bar, But she's more hard run about it. No screw ups, no fights. She's different, yet somehow not. She also found somebody. She loves him,and they are engaged to be married. She will make a beautiful bride in my opinion. Just not for me this time.


Barret went back to his daughter, and they haven't been happier. I stopped to see him the other day, and he was with her twenty-four seven. Would have been cute if it didn't make me sick. I had to leave immediately. On a less disgusting note, he also found someone who completes him, and Marlene likes her too, so they are happy.



Cait Sith is off, traveling the world, telling fortunes and bumming around with Cid. Boring. But that's just me.


Ack, don't get me started on Yuffie. Last I heard she was going off somewhere, hunting more Materia, I guess. But Vincent came back for her. Last time I saw him, he was on a quest to find her. He came to me, asking when I had last seen her, and if I knew where she was, but of course I didn't, and he left.


I don't know how he found me. I've been gone for a long time now.

So now, we have come to me. They have all changed. I haven't. Still the same old Cloud, same old problems. While they are all worring about significant others and work, I still watch my back for Sepheroth's blade. I know he is gone, but I am not convinced somehow.

I also wait for her. Most importantly, I I correct myself, I wait for her. She is gone. They told me that. Many times actually. Far more often than was necessary. But I won't accept it. Can't accept it. She is a part of me, as I know I am of her, and I will find her again.

So, on I search, looking, hoping, And I know I won't find her on this plane of existence, but I can't bring myself to force my way to another.

I carry my original sword around, as it reminds me of her. Can't believe I found it again, after all that traveling, but I have it again. Still dressed as I was the day I met her, I visit the church often. But she is not there. At least I think she isn't.

We came back, and were regaled as heroes, but it was all empty to me. She was gone, and she wasn't coming back. Now I walk throughout the world, searching, for nothing, fighting, for nothing, and living, for nothing but the day I will be with her again.