The Highwind series
The scent of mixed petrol and fresh air
as
the non air-conditioned bus drove by
the petrol station reminded
of Cid Highwind.
Just like her to swiftly walk past
his
memorial wake without telling him goodbye.
So where was she
now?
They wondered while they laid down the coffin.
What is
she doing now?
He wondered as the small corner of his eye caught
a
glimpse of sleek black hair and yellow boots brisk away.
Note:
I remember vaguely someone writing about
the death of Cid Highwind and how
Yuffie Kisaragi slipped past his memorial.
(I would like to read that once again,
anyone knows that fanfic?)
Nope, I'm not trying to copy the idea,
just noting down how I would think she would feel.
A series of Yuffie mourning over Highwind.
