The words are mine. The characters are not.

To Brenna: O Sister, for reaching out to me when I was so far away.

Six: Left

From Cloud.

She was almost mine.

I can't believe she let me go.

I'm angry... but I know.

She was after him the whole time.

She was leading me on. From the moment she saw him, she was leading me on.

After Aerith... god... after that, Tifa was all I had. She was my rock. I knew I could count on her no matter what happened. She would help me say goodbye. She would help me love again. She...

She was beautiful once. The dark hair, mysterious eyes, sun-kissed skin. She was an angel, a long time ago.

No longer. She took that away from me. She chose... him.

Maybe... maybe there's a reason. Maybe--

I'm not supposed to have... anyone.

I... I've done things I'm not proud of. I've killed... and some of those whose lives I have taken did not deserve it. Perhaps...

Perhaps this is my... price. I have a family that loves me, a career, a place to call home...

The only thing missing is the faithful woman at my side.

But... I don't deserve any of it. I shouldn't have any of the treasures I have. Yet here I am taking all of them for granted, wishing for... I have so much.

And I have so little.

I suppose I should be grateful. Not many can say their only regret was having no one to share their lives with.

Being left alone never meant so much.

That little button down there is love. Thank you.