The world is clouds and deep darkness. I can feel him rumbling against the surface of my mind...but her hand finds mine in the darkness. I can't shake the darkness of the world of my mind, but I can feel her. She's there.

She's there, always there. Ready to reach out. Ready to find me…

And him...Sephiroth...

He's there...

Always there.

He's always there to catch me when she isn't ready. But even when she isn't ready she's still there, waiting, holding her breath, clutching my hand. She never lets me go. It's reassuring and terrifying all at the same time. I want to be dependable to her, but I know I am useless.

It's like taking a breath and realizing you're underwater. Everything fills and chokes in a moment, stops. He's staring at me with green eyes. Buildings falling behind him. Worlds crashing into nothing. She's there, looking at me, searching my eyes for something beyond. For something past what we are now...something to save her.

And then she breaks the surface, searching for a chance, for a moment of reality. For something different, for something beyond what is here in my mind...

And it's her. It's you…

Beyond anything I've ever seen. Anything I've ever remembered.

I remember the tubes. I remember the needles. I remember the mako. I remember the scenes of Meteor destroying Midgar, but most of all, I remember her standing there, Sephiroth behind her, Sephiroth killing her…

Worlds torn asunder, paths rendered in two and secrets that mean nothing and mean everything at the same time.

But most of all, I remember her. Her face as he he kills her.

Her smile, her tilt of the face as she turns towards me. Her eyes hopeful for whatever lays beyond.

Her fists ready to fight back the world. Her fist gripping mine as she pulls the trigger the grappling hook.

Her hands, ready to stroke my forehead in the blindness of mako sickness. Her fingers, light as feathers, as we lie in the bed beside of each other, pushing against me but never pushing me...

Her hands, always there to catch me.

Always to find me.

And I inhale.

And I breathe.

I know it isn't going to stop. But I also know she'll catch me.

Her hand is always there, reaching out, never faltering. Ready to catch me.

She is always right there, beside me, always pulling me forward.

And I can't stop.

I can't stop but feel what is right now, what is tomorrow.

It is her. It is always her. I can taste her my heart.

I can taste her in my mouth.

And I can feel her as she pushes against my side, ready. Ready to face whatever lies before us. Her fingers folded through mine.

To kiss her is a weakness, to kiss her is a strength…

So I tangle my fingers in her long hair and press my lips to her. Catch her hand in mine. Know it will all be okay.

A/N: So here's the deal. I'm never going to remember who had what fullfilled and who didn't. There's a lot of good prompts, and I want some new ones. If you leave it in the reviews I can't promise they'll make it into a story, but I also can't promise they won't. I need some new ideas that's not expected. Thank you ALL! I love you and appreciate all you have done for me!