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Chapter 11

Author: Thank you for the review(s). I guess I can't keep you people from dying or crying over Jason's death, but I will continue with this story. I hope you enjoy it.

A month of school was left. Jason had taken from them about a week ago. Yuna had gotten depressed, but soon, with the help of Tidus, got over his death (not entirely, because that would have been heartless of her). Sephiroth had told her 'Stop grieving over the past…he did that so you could live in this world without any worry.' On the other hand Krystal wasn't eating or sleeping. Her friends desperately tried to comfort her, but their efforts seemed to be in vain.

"Why did you leave me? I know you said be strong, but I can't be strong unless you are here with me." she whispered to herself.

Her heart ached…every night and she wished he was with her to hold her…to comfort her tormented heart… to tell her everything will be okay. The morning came quickly. Krystal stood in front of the statue covered with flowers and other things.

"Why?" she asked in no one particular.

"To protect you…"

She turned to see Sephiroth.

"What do you want?" she tried not to seem in a mean tone, but that is how it came out.

"Just to check on you…I promised Jason I would."

"Then you must know why would he do this to all of us? I already know that it was his only choice and that he wanted to protect us from the immortal Seymour, but…"

"I don't know his reasons why, but I do know that he would have gladly given his life to make sure that you and the rest of his friends were safe from anything that would harm you. So please don't be strong for Jason, but be strong for yourself. I know that he would have said the same thing."

"Sephiroth…"

"Yes?"

"Thank you…"

"No problem."

-Meanwhile in the Farplane-

"MAN IT'S BORING HERE! All you do is float around."

"Hey Jason." came a loving voice.

"Who are you?" he gruffly said.

"Don't you recognize me?"

"Nope."

"I'm Aerith."

"But you're not dead!"

"I'm a Cetra remember? I can talk to you even though you are dead. The only bad thing is that it's a telepathic power. You can only speak with me in my mind."

"How is everyone?"

"Not good…Yuna is strong so she is doing fine but…"

"It's has to do with Krystal…doesn't it?"

"Yes she isn't eating or sleeping."

"I feared this."

"Would you like to talk to her, to help her be strong on her own?"

"I would love to."

"You have a limited time to talk to her…I hope it will be long enough. Only she will be able to touch you, everyone else can see you."

"Got it!"

-Meanwhile with Krystal-

She lay on her bed holding her legs close to her chest as she cried into them. Soon she heard a knock on the door. She quickly dried her tears as he knob turned, revealing Aerith.

"I came to if you wanted anything to eat?"

"I don't know if I can eat. (dramatic pause) Aerith…have you ever felt that when you loose someone dear to you, and they tell you to be strong for them, but you just don't know how?"

"No not that I can remember. Can you please try to eat everyone is worried that you might starve yourself?"

"I'll try."

"Thank you."

She left with a silent click of the door.

"You told me to be strong…I try every day, but it quickly shatters."

"Then I'll strengthen it as much as I can…" came a deep voice from the shadows.

Jason stepped out of the shadows. She released her legs and ran to his open arms. He comforted her as tears of joy streamed down her face.

"I thought you were dead."

"I am…but Aerith is allowing me to speak with you for a limited time."

"Oh…"

"Listen…I want you to know that I love you. I'm sorry that I sacrificed myself to destroy Seymour, I'm sorry for causing you so much pain, but please don't make my sacrifice in vain by you sit here feeling sorry for yourself. Live your life the way you wanted, even though I won't be in it. Your friends can be your strength. You have nothing to worry about. I told Sephiroth to check up on you every now and then, so you should be fine. I sorry if I sound harsh, but sooner or later you will have to deal with it."

"It's okay…I needed a stern talking to anyway."

They stood there for a couple minutes taking in each other's presence.

"Do you have any questions?" asked Jason.

"Not really."

"Okay then…you know the big slab of stone in my room?"

"Yes."

"Could you give that to our science teacher? He said that he could translate it. There is also a long sword hanging on the wall, give that to Sephiroth, and tell him thanks."

"Okay…that will be no problem at all."

She held onto him as if she would never let go. He sensed that she was tired and walk her over to the couch. They both sat down. She was attached to his arm so he didn't move while she fell asleep on his shoulder. Footsteps were heard on the stairs. Jason cringed.

'anyone other then Aerith sees me, my cover is blown.' Jason thought to himself.

Luckily for him it was Aerith.

"Hello Jason, I see you was able to get her to get some sleep."

"It took awhile though." he said with a toothy smile.

"No one knows you are here."

"Good."

She set the tray of food down on the table.

"Do you think you could get Cloud up here, I would like to talk to him."

"Sure."

She left as quickly as she had come. A few minutes passed before Cloud appeared in the room.

"How's it going, Cloud?"

"Not the same since you left."

"I figured that much."

"Listen carefully…" he instructed cloud. "I know how you have felt about Aerith for some time now, and I guess I won't be using this anytime soon; so you can have it."

He handed a small cube to Cloud. As his friend look at the box confused, Jason opened it up. Cloud had a smile on his face that he hadn't shown in a long time.

"Thanks Jason. How did you know I was going to…you know."

"I was sort of born with a seventh sense, no not like a sixth sense, but the ability to almost read the feelings of others. I sensed that you had this great love for her, and most likely going to pop the question."

"Thanks so much. Soo…how's everything in the Farplane?"

"Boring! all you do is float around and look at flowers. Not that flowers aren't nice. it's just that…"

"There's nothing to do."

"Precisely."

"Well I better get going Jason."

"See ya."

The night slowly faded as did Jason's body. Minute by minute his figure began to fade. Right before he left he gave one last kiss to the girl he would forever be parted from.