Again, I don't own anyone in this story, nothing ever happened, blah blah blah. Have fun with the read!
If there was one thing in the entire Planet that Vincent hated, it was Midgar. Or, for politics' sake, "Neo-Midgar". It was just like the old city – poor, dirty, disgusting – and though the new government promised that it would be more beautiful – grander, even – Vincent knew it was all a lie.
He did have to admit, though, that the city was a bit better than Midgar. But still, it seemed the city would never see daylight, though there were no plates in the way. And, even though he had somehow turned into some sort of "hero" because of Meteor, people would still give him the same glance they always did. Scared and confused – they would blame his appearance for the excuse to call him some sort of monster.
Which he was, technically…
No, he thought, I mustn't think about that. Life is too short to live to think like that.
But it didn't matter to Vincent – he had eternity to live.
It was raining when he finally got back to his apartment. He had finally finished his grocery shopping for the week. Just a few items – canned soup, vegetables, apples and milk – for he didn't eat too often, anyway. He had far too many things on his hands to make time to eat.
Things like sleeping. And thinking.
Vincent had soon realized that, after he had killed Sephiroth, he was never going to see Avalanche again. And for some reason he felt at ease – at least killing Sephiroth and saving the Planet would lift some of the sins that he was carrying.
But, no matter how hard he tried, Lucrecia would never come back. She would never love him, and nothing would ever be alright. Damn Hojo, damn Sephiroth, and frankly, damn the Planet. Damn to all who needed it.
The apartment was dimly lit. Vincent set down the bags on the counter in the kitchen and took off his cape, hanging it on the coat rack in the main hall. His apartment had neither T.V. nor radio, and the only things he really needed were things like a phone and microwave. He was told many times by people on the streets that he had been on the news, associated with Avalanche. But rather then being flattered, he had nodded and walked away.
He sat on a chair next to the small table in the kitchen. There had been so many things to think about since the beginning of the journey. There were still so many questions left unsaid. Though he had been part of the group, he never felt part of the family. Some of it was partially his fault, he knew, but he could never shake the feeling that, somehow, they never wanted him around in the first place.
Vincent didn't bother to check his messages on his telephone. He knew he had none. Usually, he enjoyed being alone – it gave him time to think and breathe without any disruption. But now, he would come home and feel just as empty as his apartment.
I wonder how Tifa and Cloud are doing… He thought, scratching his head. He stopped and slightly sat back into his chair.
What made him think that?
He shook off the uneasy feeling and stood up. He didn't care about Tifa or Cloud or anyone in Avalanche. All he needed to do right now was take a shower.
Yeah, okay, weird ending, I know. So, review please? I like reading 'em .